Tag Archives: running
A rat of the drowned variety
My punishment for skiving off club this evening was to be caught in a torrential downpour within minutes of leaving the house. My reward for running around the block was an 8:04 minute mile. You win some, you lose some.
Showing willing
Just in case I’m going to be mad enough to attempt Juneathon proper, I added a mile of running to my cycle commute. As it turns out, it was less a chore than a necessity, for today I took my … Continue reading
Willpower 2, Sloth 0
At 5.45pm this evening, I got out of my last meeting of the day. “Go home”, said the voice of sloth. “The document you need to write for tomorrow’s 9.30am meeting will wait until tomorrow morning.” “No”, whispered my willpower. … Continue reading
Leaping into action
It’s been a bit of an activity-fest today, though I didn’t run home from work as intended. It started off with some sit-ups and push-ups as I was waiting for the bathroom this morning, continued with a cycling commute into … Continue reading
Dash dot dot
As promised, I ran into work again this morning. Most of it felt like a hard fought plod, but at the end, I managed a short stretch that felt effortless. I get a similar feeling at the end of most … Continue reading
#janathon groundhog day?
Yup. You’ve guessed it. Half nine last night and I had yet to do anything resembling exercise. Having done emergency stair-running the night before, there was nothing for it but to dig deep and pull out some emergency push-ups (though … Continue reading
Picture the scene…
…you have met up with a friend at Westfield Stratford* with its 3,000 state-of-the-art parking spaces**. After you’ve been shopping for a while, you feel a little thirsty, so you pick up a bottle of water, take two swigs, and … Continue reading
The run I nearly didn’t do
Why is it that the runs you very nearly don’t do turn out to be so very satisfying? Is smug to satisfaction what umami* is to flavour? Add a soupcon of smug to a run to enhance the satisfaction gained. … Continue reading
I’m doomed!
This morning, my wallet rested safe and sound in the sure and certain knowledge that there was no specialist running shop within walking distance of my office. This evening, my wallet weeps, for it was wrong.
I am not a runner
Not a real one, anyway. Since January, I have run 39 parkruns at 38 different venues. I have even (if you’ll excuse my tiny wee brag) snuck into 10th place on the table of doom. I won’t stay there. The competition is cut-throat. … Continue reading


