Monthly Archives: June 2013
After the pathetic wimpering of the last week, I thought I’d try to end Juneathon on a high, so I took advantage of the sunshine and joined Run or Go Crazy for a run / cycle. Usually, the two of … Continue reading
I decided to take my foot for a test drive this morning at Wimbledon parkrun. After which I decided to take another week off.
I want to go for a run. It has been less than a week, and I’m itching to get out the door. I wonder whether a leisurely parkrun on Saturday might be doable?
Well, I may be moving more slowly than the average snail, but my gait is returning to normal. To celebrate, I walked from Mornington Crescent to South Kensington, where an episode of The Infinite Monkey Cage was being recorded. Things … Continue reading
The more I think about it, the more I realise that I am an idiot. I have, potentially, lost two weeks of training and jeopardised an A race to prove that I can run 35km in one day. Something that … Continue reading
Unless you count half an hour of walking*, there was no exercise today. Because muppet features here decided to run five parkruns on a twinging foot, and a further two on a niggling foot, and now has an injured foot … Continue reading
I nearly didn’t go. I’m glad I did. Lots of fabulous people, the chance to revisit some local parkrun courses and a 1 min / mile improvement on my times from this time last year. I’m sure there’s a lengthier … Continue reading
For all my tourism, when I’m feeling a little bit blah about running and in need of a little pick-me-up, it’s hard to beat my home run at Wimbledon. Especially when it comes complete with four truly inspirational women. First … Continue reading
Today has been one great massive fail. I had a list of things to do, but after a rubbish night’s sleep (chocolate overdose, snoring husbands and muggy weather are not a roadmap to the land of nod), I didn’t do … Continue reading