Monthly Archives: December 2016
Dulwich parkrun
“What time’s the alarm set for?” “Half six. Breakfast and shower. I need to have left by half seven.” I surfaced gradually and noted the daylight peeping through the curtains. Odd. It’s not usually light this early. What time is … Continue reading
Eating humble pie
The other day, my training plan called for 800m reps at paces that were categorically unachievable. I annotated it with a scathing note telling my coach, James, in no uncertain terms that he was a fool and that those paces … Continue reading
Wakefield Thornes and Tooting Bec athletics tracks
Athletics tracks are apparently much like children: intimidating as hell in the abstract, but unremarkable, even pleasant, individually. A few weeks ago my planned track session coincided with a trip to Yorkshire and Wakefield Thornes track was the only viable … Continue reading
York and Dewsbury parkruns
Christmas Eve: parkrun. Hard effort if possible. Ask the parkrun tourist hive mind for gorgeous parkrun courses in Yorkshire and you end up with a list as long as your arm. Ask for flat tarmac parkruns in Yorkshire and your list … Continue reading
No run, couldn’t be bothered
“Fartlek: 45 minutes overall, dropping in 10 x 60 sec sprints up to a 100% effort ideally on shallow inclines” I used to fall for it. Fartlek. Speed play. Fun. Dropping in. Occasional. Casual. I don’t any more. A 10 … Continue reading
No excuses
One of the difficult things about being a sloth is judging what does and does not constitute a valid reason not to run, but after years of bouncing excuses off my coach, my friends and the twittersphere, I’m beginning to … Continue reading
Change of state
Barring the odd week in the lakes and a three month stint of interim bursing*, I have spent much of the last 18 months on the sofa with the cat with my head in a text book studying hard for my … Continue reading