Monthly Archives: March 2014
Ashford parkrun and Buttons for Brathay 10k
Sometimes a day is so lovely that I struggle to find the words to do it justice. Yesterday was one of those days. It started with Ashford parkrun. It’s not one I’ve run before, though I have fond memories of volunteering … Continue reading
Damoclesian swords and idiotic onions
Last summer, when I was injured, I came to the conclusion that my brand of idiocy comes in onion form. Peel off one layer and you reveal another, equally idiotic. Carry on peeling, and you will only discover more idiocy … Continue reading
“Running and Stuff” by James Adams
This is James Adams. The photos were taken at Country to Capital, where I managed to wangle a sweaty runner hug off him, mainly because the sun was in his eyes and he thought I was somebody else. But that’s … Continue reading
Qu’est que c’est que ca?
C’est un moulin, Papa. This morning’s run was a rolling trail run that came with the single instruction “Just enjoy it!”. I ended up running an out-and-back from the Clayton Windmills, aka Jack and Jill, and very lovely it was too. … Continue reading
For better, for worse
Yesterday, in a moment of weakness, I arranged an assignation with another. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s disloyal. I know that I should have resisted temptation. But I’m only human and I have needs. Needs that, for one reason … Continue reading
Mary, Mary quite contrary
Apparently, the best way to get me to do a hard session that I’m dreading* is to give me permission to skip it. Or at least it was this evening. Just before leaving work, I fired off an email to … Continue reading
Cranleigh 15/21 race report, featuring photographs of naked flesh
Some races are not meant to be. I’d put Cranleigh in my diary ages ago as a possibility, but then forgotten to do anything about entering it. Cue a grovelling email to the race organisers after the deadline for entries … Continue reading
Canterbury parkrun
I know, I know. It’s not a race, and it’s not all about the fast people. But sometimes, the fast people are, to put it simply, incredible. The first finisher at Canterbury today clocked up a time of 15:12, finishing … Continue reading
Being civil to the cupboard of discomfort
Every so often, a session appears in my training plan to which my gut response is “you what now?”. A goal so unachievable that it makes me wonder whether it is in fact a typo. The most recent of these … Continue reading
Thames Path recce (Datchet to Temple Lock)
There follows an update on the current state of the Thames Path between Datchet and Temple Lock. Three steps onto the path, and there’s unavoidable puddle number 1. Ankle deep, but only little. Unlike this one. Ankle deep and substantially … Continue reading