My First Half* – Paddock Wood
Paddock Wood Half Marathon – Standing in a crowd of almost 3,000 runners, I shook my legs, felt the drizzle on my face and wondered how this would go
Running
The Injured Runner ….
There is little worse than being in the presence of the injured runner. In early 2015, I was at my physiotherapist, lying on my front while he worked on my torn calf muscle. I had a decision to make.
Tadworth 10 and theme tunes
Tadworth 10 – I felt like I should be galloping on a horse through the mist. Why, I asked myself, don’t races have theme tunes? Today I ran the Tadworth 10, a 10 mile race through rolling countryside starting at Epsom Downs Race Course. I’ve heard it called the Hell 10, definitely not for the heat as it didn’t get much above 0°c, but the hills
Happy New Year
I’ve started the year off well. My second only parkrun, improving my time from mid-2012 by almost 8 minutes! I’m not a fast runner and I certainly wasn’t when I started but I’m really happy to see how far I’ve come. It’s not always been easy and none of it has come naturally never having been a runner up until a few years ago
Running like a girl
Review of Running like a girl by Alexandra Heminsley (2014) If you’re interested in the journey from wanting the perfect arse to running marathons and everything in between, then this is a book for you. It’s about finding freedom and confidence by pounding the road, mile after mile. Alexandra Heminsley writes about all of this with honesty and generosity. For the uninitiated, running can be a bit of a mystery, all that lycra and those sports stores. Why would anyone want to run a marathon, or even a 5k? As the author points out, running can really suck. It’s […]
Berlin running (no, not the marathon…)
Berlin running – I love running in cities I’ve never been before – all those corners to turn, leading me into the heart of and off the edge of tourist maps. Berlin is one of those places – pretty flat and interesting things to see particularly if you’re a fan of graffiti
My first marathon – the best of times and the worst of times….
My first marathon. Passing the mile 7 marker, I was starting to flag. It was not looking good.
The joys of marshaling!
On the 22nd June I awoke to the buzzing of the alarm. The sky was bright with a smattering of translucent cloud. It was the morning of the inaugural Hackney Half and I had agreed to be a race marshal