Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
Is it normal to go back and replay a traumatic experience, just to check if it really is as bad as you thought it was the first time? Jo likened it to childbirth, and why we haven’t extinguished ourselves as a species. So it was, with me and fell running. Having attempted my very first… Continue reading Cilcain Mountain Race – Another Fell
Having given up the cycling in the latter part of my marathon training I realised, post Manchester, that I’d not been in the saddle for probably nearly six weeks, and looming very close was the expedition to Shrewsbury. With life getting in the way, there was only one last ride with PROBs (Pensby Runners On… Continue reading Cycling to Ponderosa
We met a man, today, called Ken. Ken was sitting on the prom admiring the view of the waves gently rolling into Trearddur Bay on Holy Island, off Anglesey. The sun was streaming, in contrast to the forecast, and a few families were ambling along the sand, letting their dogs and toddlers expend their energy.… Continue reading Welsh Rare Bits
Well that was tough. There is definitely a lot of work to do before my marathon(s) next year, but for now I am putting my feet up for a week or so, after that hot and a little bit hilly race. I don’t have my official chip time yet, but my Runkeeper App has tipped… Continue reading Caernarfon Half Marathon
What does this say about Chester? I didn’t run yesterday as I spent a lovely day cycling into Wales with compadres from the running club. Pensby Runners spawned a non-running child some years back, called PROBs (Pensby Runners On Bikes). They have been meeting, barring Covid lockdowns, once a week on Thursday. As it’s a… Continue reading Cycling, not running
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