“Hi! Good to see you again! It’s been a while!”, said the gym staff member. “What have you been doing?” “Eating, mainly” It’s tough to encapsulate a year’s worth of non-gym attendance into a single constructive sentence, but as I fast-rewound 2016 that was the best I could come up with. She looked at me…
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Training for the NYC Marathon
As I hobbled into the front garden after my cooldown walk with our dog Sushi I just lay down in the foetal position, unable to take the six steps up into the house. Sushi licked my face and I didn’t move. Then the sprinklers came on. I still didn’t move.
The Doldrums
This was galling: 15 months previously anything over a few hundred yards was a major achievement, and here I was giving a half-marathon the big shrug. Someone’s really got to lead the charge in changing the name to something energising. Something that sounds like a completion rather than the…y’know…half completion of something.
Running with Sushi
It turns out that American tourists aren’t the only ones who struggle with roundabouts – my dog has no idea what she’s doing either. It may be that both suffer from bewilderment at having to go round something rather than straight over it.
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.
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…
PORK ROPE 