Better at writing than at running
Feeling about 75% recovered from my cough and cold today, so made a triumphant (ish) return to parkrun. I decided head to Grovelands, a parkrun that I wanted to visit because a) it's not far from home b) it has hills. The hill probably wasn't the best idea in my weakened state but I was also … Continue reading Grovelands parkrun
My current mood is a mixture of the complete dread and anxiety that preceded all five of my driving tests (none of which I passed) and the uncontainable excitement of a small child on Christmas Eve. I have already started to pack some things and I have checked the weather forecast for Brighton at least … Continue reading Nine Days To Go
Running is like drinking alcohol. For a start, they are both things I enjoy. There is a certain irony to this statement, as since I started marathon training I have hardly drunk any alcohol at all. But examine the evidence: Running 5km is like a tasty pint of beer. You can do it in your … Continue reading Running is like…
Today was my 20th parkrun and my 13th different event. Beckenham Place Park had ade it to my to-do list despite being flat, grassy and devoid of hills because it happens to be a ten minute walk from the house where I grew up and where my mother still lives. When I was a teenager, … Continue reading Beckenham Place parkrun
I re-followed the Brighton Marathon Virgins Facebook group the other day. I unfollowed it a couple of months ago, partly because of some annoying comments from self appointed experts (who have no right being in a beginner's group in the first place) but mainly because I was looking at other people's distances and times and … Continue reading Runger
Something yesterday reminded me that after my Dublin Marathon 2016 fiasco, I made a bullet pointed list of things to remember for next time. I had a dig in my computer and found the following in a Word file entitled "Things I Learned From My First Marathon": Four gels is plenty. Any more will just … Continue reading Things I Learned From My First Marathon
Yesterday was my last EVER long training run! I am officially on taper now, which will involve eating Easter Eggs, cajoling my mother around a parkrun, bothering my physio repeatedly and a shedload of Downward Dogs. Once again things did not go to plan as I woke with the onset of a cold and the … Continue reading Long Run – Walthamstow to Catford
