North Downs Way 100
Tag Archives: running
Mea culpa
Forgive me, Abradysis, for I have sinned. It has been five weeks since my last post. Week one: Wimbledon parkrun with you! Memo to self: learn to give praise in a way that sounds sincere rather than sarcastic. Week two: … Continue reading
Adventures in experimentation
Another day, another experimental commute, this time running on the way in*. The advantage of this over running on the way home is that I get to see daylight** and I don’t have to wait (and wait and wait and … Continue reading
Topping and tailing
Today’s experimental commute consisted of a 5 mile fartlek from work to the tube station, 40 minutes on the northern line getting chilly, and then a 2.5 mile pootle to a welcoming cup of tea and a freshly cooked meal. … Continue reading
A bird (poo) in the hand…
As a long-distance trail runner, I’m no stranger to poo. I’ve lurked behind bushes in the dead of night hoping that no-one notices me and I’ve face-planted in finest Lake District goo which I tell myself is pure, unadulterated mud … Continue reading
The universe has spoken
“30 mins easy, then 3 x 800s on the flat at FULL BORE, 3 x 800s easy in between.” I’m not officially back on plan until Monday, but to find out if I was ready I mocked up two weeks of something … Continue reading
Taking a break
After Winter 100 last year, my coach took me off plan for a month with the instruction to be “as active as you like”. I queried it, because my base state is “on the sofa with the cat”, but he … Continue reading
Nodding off
It took me about seven hours to get out on my run today. I got up, intending to shower, eat breakfast and head out. I managed the first two… … and then fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke … Continue reading
Under orders
My evil sister, who never runs anywhere, has been complaining about my lack of blogging. It’s true. I’ve been very slack. I’ve failed miserably to blog about my last three parkruns (Frimley Lodge*, Bognor Regis**, and Bournemouth***). I didn’t blog … Continue reading
Tired and emotional, pitiful and whiny
On paper, today’s run should have been a dream. 90 minutes of easy running in glorious sunshine on some flattish, and really quite pretty, trail*. But when you start looking at your watch 18 minutes in; when you know you’re … Continue reading
Off the beaten track
“70 mins easy on flattish trail” I wasn’t going to bother. I was going to ignore “on trail” and just go for a run on one of my standard quiet-residential-street routes. But this morning, I found myself throwing some kit* … Continue reading
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