Today at a water stop, where I made a “Where’s the hot chocolate?!” wisecrack, he took a cup of the almost-freezing water, shouted “Ice cup challenge!!” and poured it over his own head. Genius.
Tag: running
Phantom Injuries
There’s not a more apt name for this blog entry than the above, and yet I’m reluctant to use it because I’m just waiting for the phantom to become real at any moment. In fact, as I was chatting with a runner friend of mine who’d recently (and by a matter of seconds) qualified for…
Race Strategy for the Cayman Half, December 2014
But I don’t WANT an indication of my marathon fitness, Coach, because it might not be very good, and I don’t WANT to use my time in the McMillan Running Calculator because it will tell me that I’m rubbish and that I should run (more) slowly in training which will be discouraging and I don’t need that right now.
My Kingdom for a Pavement, Sept 2014
I waved to him as I slowly collapsed, hoping that I didn’t look injured, because what would I be doing just lying there. But I was also hoping that I didn’t look like I’d wussed out on a run, because that would be worse. Maybe if I just looked like a guy in very short shorts who liked to lie down in car parks resting his leg up a tree, that would be OK.
Canterbury Half-Marathon, August 2014
Painfully steep hills, pouring rain, narrow country roads. My third half-marathon was as different to the previous two as they were from each other but the start-line was wonderfully claustrophobic, with hundreds of runners huddled in a country lane at the top of a hill waiting for what, in the end, was more starter’s suggestion…
The Cayman Islands Half-Marathon 2013
Rational people do not get up at 3.30am to go running. Not unless there is a bear that has chosen that round-numbered moment of the night to come crashing through your bedroom wall. And even then, you’d want to weigh up whether being ripped to shreds by a grizzly was really that much worse than all…
My First Half-Marathon: Training begins
Nothing has really and truly happened to me unless I’ve written about it and have photos. Not because I need “the world” to know what I’ve done, but perhaps because my memory is so appalling that if I don’t write about it I won’t properly learn the lessons or enjoy the recollections that I could…
Distance running. It’s Stupid.
I have been running regularly since July of last year, and for the life of me I don’t know why. For one thing I have never been good at it – I peaked at somewhere between below average and ‘are-you-injured?’, and my times started going backwards after I passed 13 years of age. A 14-minute…
PORK ROPE 