Monthly Archives: July 2012
It was Thunder Run this weekend and I was there. Two years ago, I couldn’t run for a bus, and this weekend I took part in a 24-hour endurance race. Admittedly in the easiest possible category (teams of 6 to 8) but … Continue reading
It was Thunder Run this weekend which gave me the perfect excuse to visit Conkers parkrun. I even managed to drag Fairweather and Plustenner along for company. I wasn’t the only Thunder Runner slipping in a sneaky parkrun. Also there were Soozie, … Continue reading
It was Thunder Run this weekend, and on Saturday I ran an undulating 5km at 9am, a hot and hilly 10km at 3pm and a night-time 20km at 11pm. I am now sporting four injuries. Injury #1 A beautiful bruise on my … Continue reading
Mathematician, chef or artist?
As a runner, is it better to be a mathematician, a chef or an artist? Let’s say, for example, that my training plan calls for two miles at 10 mins / mile and I run the first mile in 10 … Continue reading
Mad dogs and runners
A rare lie in meant that I didn’t lace up my trainers until noon. On any other day this week month year, that wouldn’t have been anything to worry about, but today the sun was shining so I decided to … Continue reading
Wimbledon and Banstead parkruns
I love these two parkruns. They’re both local, they’re both friendly, they’re both two laps, and they both feature trees and trails. Wimbledon is flat, Banstead has a hill and a half but as the Banstead hill comes with a long sweeping … Continue reading
Along with my inner sloth, I harbour an inner pit bull. Although the sloth is dominant, the pit bull will occasionally get an idea into its head, and woe betide anyone or anything that tries to stop it. It was my … Continue reading
In a slump
My mojo appears to have gone on holiday leaving my inner sloth in charge. I managed to run a grand total of 5.6 miles last week, and this week haven’t even gone for a jog around the block. Pah!
Flat. Fast. Picturesque. Spectator friendly. And there are even ducklings. If it weren’t 280 miles from home, I’d go back. Often. But it is. So I shan’t. Which is a shame, because I really want to know if anyone is ever … Continue reading
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.