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