Monthly Archives: June 2012
I rounded off Juneathon with an inaugural parkrun, the “noticeably undulating” Gladstone parkrun in North West London. I’ve come to expect a sea of familiar faces at London inaugurals, in fact, that was what got me hooked on inaugural events in … Continue reading
I usually don’t. Because real runners run further or faster or more frequently. They run even when they don’t want to, when they are injured, after it starts to hurt. They run in the rain, in the snow, in the … Continue reading
Yesterday’s leaden legs have revived somewhat and despite the heat, my run home from work was fairly comfortable. At least in the legs department. I had, however, promised to pop out at lunchtime to pick up something for supper, forgetting … Continue reading
I was severely tempted to skip my run this evening, but I resisted, and managed a token run around the block. On legs that have apparently been filled with lead. Roll on rest-day-Monday!
It was race three in our 3 mile handicap series this evening. My tactic? To latch on to one of the other runners in my batch and to hang onto him for dear life. I managed to stick with him … Continue reading
After yesterday’s exertions, today was a simple recovery run to Tesco and back to buy antihistamines. Which I have since eaten like smarties. If my nose doesn’t stop streaming soon, I may be forced to conclude that it is not … Continue reading