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Smug cometh before a splat
It’s been a good, solid week of training, culminating in a 20-mile run which started at 6am and finished at parkrun. 20 miles in the bag before breakfast and a whole day cleared for OU study. My level of smug … Continue reading
Losing focus
There was a time when I couldn’t repeat parkruns. I ran my 51st parkrun at my 50th different venue less than a year after running my first parkrun at Wimbledon. The journey was more than a little obsessive, huge amounts of fun … Continue reading
Dulwich parkrun
Despite the god of traffic lights’ best efforts, I arrived at Dulwich parkrun before half past eight. There was a void where the finish funnel lives. No flag, no hi-viz, no barrier tape… just an empty bench. I locked my … Continue reading
Reigate Priory parkrun (winter course)
Some parkrundays are better than others. Today’s was better than most. The course had less gooey grass than I had expected, as they were running their winter variation. An ultra-running friend was down from Lancashire, some touring friends were visiting … Continue reading
Homewood parkrun
After a fabulous parkrun featuring friends, mud, tree roots, trees, coffee cake and token sorting, I was sitting in the café when my results text came through. “Your time in position 57 today at Homewood parkrun was 33:00” Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! … Continue reading
Polesden Lacey 10k
There was a time when I wouldn’t have given the Polesden Lacey 10k the time of day. It has no bling, no goody bag, no results – in fact no evidence of participation at all. Who would want to go to … Continue reading
#janathon (physio edition)
Forgive me, physio, for I have sinned. I did no physio whatsoever at all during December. But that is all going to change. Well, obviously the no physio during December won’t change, because I don’t own a time machine, and … Continue reading
Stratford-upon-Avon and Leamington parkruns (#janathon day 1)
When Andy B texted yesterday to say that his ribs were still hurting after his attempt to catch a falling tree (memo to self: do not try to catch a falling tree) and that he wouldn’t be heading to Stratford-upon-Avon … 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