I have done everything the physio has told me: endless calf raises, run/walk laps of Bartlett Park, graduation to a 37 minute parkrun and finally, tomorrow, my big test: a 10k race in Regents Park. If I can do that, I can give the Yorkshire Marathon a crack. I should be feeling pretty jubilant right … Continue reading Down Bad
Quick post because I'm off out to football (not cancelled this week) and have very little time! On Sunday I made it to the Berkhamsted 5 Mile "Fun Run" which, despite the sexist and non snail friendly announcer person, was a nice race. It was quite a challenging course with a full mile of uphill … Continue reading Coronavirus Rigidus
It's been a hard weekend. On Saturday I heard the very sad news that my friend Flash had died. I "met" her on the Livejournal group The Ladies Loos about fifteen years ago and she was very kind to me when all that bollocks happened with that horrible ex I mention from time to time. … Continue reading Valentines parkrun (again)
Chase the Moon Olympic Park 12th February 2020 - 35:06. My slowest run at this venue for god knows how long. I ran as fast as I could but I didn't even feel out of breath. My legs can no longer keep up with me. I am feeling very down at the state of my … Continue reading Wankle Woe
At the time of my last entry I was thirteen days into run-every-bloody-day January, had done far too many miles up and down the squidgy trails of Beckenham Place Park, joined a shit gym in an effort to take pressure of my legs, not used it, done more squidgy hill miles, and got totally complacent … Continue reading How RED January Ruined My Life
I set out to Portsmouth with unfinished business from the 2017 race and, to cut a long story short, I'll be returning in 2020 with even more unfinished business. If you read the last entry you will know that despite suffering from an outbreak of Dodgy Ankle, I was hoping to recover in time and … Continue reading Great South Run 2019
I was rather nervous about last night's race, not just because of the hills and uneven terrain of Crystal Palace Park, but because the equivalent fixture in last year's Chase The Sun calendar (exactly a year ago) had ended very badly. The race itself had seemed to go okay, but I had been having a … Continue reading Chase The Sun Crystal Palace
I saw the work physio yesterday. He spent a while prodding my tibiæ (I had to Google the plural of "tibia") and poking them with what looked like a vibrating tuning fork, before agreeing with my self-assessment that I had a case of shin splints but no fracture and needed to take a week or … Continue reading RunThrough Chase The Sun Finsbury Park
I'm conceding defeat, putting myself on the injury bench and taking a break from running for the next couple of weeks. I thought my legs were just knackered from the marathon at first but now I think it's something more than that, the distinct feeling of "shin splints" in both calves (but thankfully not the … Continue reading Newcastle parkrun
Other than the aforementioned swimming, 20 minutes on a cross trainer and a little bit of Pokémon Go related walking I have done absolutely no exercise since the incident on Monday. At first I felt absolutely great for it but it is starting to wear off now. I feel all my muscles have turned into … Continue reading One Day to Brighton Half
Today I am going swimming. I bloody hate swimming! I feel like I ought to like it but I have just never been able to get into it. I get in the pool and Do Lengths. Up and down, up and down. No music. Getting a bit cold. I don't really feel like I am … Continue reading Gone Swimming
Six days to go until the Brighton Half, and I was feeling pretty good all things considered. The fact that the Brighton Half has a sensible cut off (3.5 hours - you could walk half of it and still be well within the limit) and that I didn't need to worry about being followed through … Continue reading Oh Shit
This week marked six months since my last sports related injury. (We'll gloss over the time I trod on a sewing needle and needed surgery under general anaesthetic to get it out of my foot; I didn't tread on it whilst running so it doesn't count). Up until that point it was one injury after … Continue reading Slow in the legs, not in the head
2017 started very badly with my withdrawal from the Barcelona Half with two weeks to go. Having missed so much training through injury, I knew there was no way I could run it within the time limit, and I decided to cut my losses and defer until 2018. I write this post with six weeks … Continue reading 2017 in Running
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