Monthly Archives: August 2012
Frankentraining
This is a frankencat^. Its skin was pieced together from the hides of a white cat, a ginger cat and a black cat. I recognise the technique. I’ve been applying it to my training. The original plan: Thursday: 1/2 mile warm … Continue reading
Breaking up the monotony
Long runs can be a little tedious, and I struggle to find ways to pass the time. I’ve tried admiring the scenery*, listening to music**, listening to podcasts***, talking to myself**** and contemplating my inner muppet in search of enlightenment***** but … Continue reading
Richmond parkrun
My training plan called for a sub 27:30 parkrun this morning. To put this into context, I have run 86 parkruns and a grand total of three of them have been sub 27:30, namely Oak Hill (tarmac, very slightly undulating), … Continue reading
Very nearly disastrous
Apparently the car park gates are locked at 20:15 this evening. Or so I found out when I returned to my car at 20:18. Fortunately, the gatekeeper was still there and feeling kind. I was suitably grateful. Memo to self: … Continue reading
Wanted: one inner mountain goat
Early this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed*, I joined plustenner** for a run along the North Downs Way. It was a bit hilly… …we walked up a lot*** of the hills, and I confirmed that I definitely do not … Continue reading
Wycombe Rye parkrun
“Mostly flat and enjoyable” was how Wycombe Rye parkrun was described to me. It’s a perfectly truthful description, but it doesn’t really give you the full picture. The route is a lollipop that has been through a mangle, an intriguing … Continue reading
I have a magic* training plan
I have embarked upon a new training plan. It couches its instructions in language that I can understand, rearranges itself around my schedule, and never asks me to run on a day when running simply isn’t feasible. It is also full of … Continue reading
Under the influence
I think that my inner sloth and my inner pitbull may have invited a third creature to join the menagerie. My first clue was when my feet ignored my decision to try out a new route on this morning’s run and … Continue reading
Crane parkrun
According to Transport for London, there’s very little there… … but if you venture to this patch of nothingness between the Hounslow and Great Chertsey roads, then you will be met with a riot of colour, a profusion of trees and a tantalising tower. … Continue reading
Hit the road, Jack!
Today’s run was an almost unmitigated disaster: lethargic, slow, grinding, and about as far from enjoyable as you can get. Until forty-six minutes in, when I ran past a party and got a thirty second blast of Hit the road, Jack! … Continue reading