Monthly Archives: December 2012
Coat of invisibility
I have had a fantastic Christmas courtesy of Abradysis. It may not have included much running, but it did feature family, jam tarts, chocolate saltine toffee, skiing, and parties. And to cap it all off I discovered, entirely by chance, that … Continue reading
A strange thing happened the other day…
…I walked into a running shop (Peach City Runners & Adventure Sports, if you really want to know) and felt at home. Very odd, but kind of nice, and I even came away armed with details of two running groups … Continue reading
Local Adventures
One of these days, I will not get lost on Wimbledon Common. One of these days, I will know it like the back of my hand. One of these days. But not today. Today, armed with an exploration strategy from … Continue reading
Why I’m glad my head is screwed on.
This morning was the Seaford Striders annual Mince Pie Race (with Janathoner marshal Tom Roper), described as being… … ten miles long, undulating, with one quite testing hill at around six miles. It is approximately 6 miles off road on farm tracks … Continue reading
Adventures in volunteering
Before today, I had only ever volunteered at Wimbledon parkrun, where the volunteer rota is usually filled up about three weeks in advance. As a dyed-in-the-wool tourist with a fondness for inaugural runs, I find myself hesitating to volunteer, as … Continue reading
Crystal Palace parkrun
There are days when I really need a sign. A great big sign that says “I know that a Camelbak and energy gels are overkill for a parkrun, but I’ve got a 13 mile run home”. There are also days … Continue reading