The Sunday just gone. A mile from the end of a 19 mile run. On the verge of stopping and curling up in a nearby garden. S Club 7’s ‘Don’t Stop Movin’’ starts playing. Not an exhaustion-induced figment of my imagination, but a randomly well-timed track on my ‘Number ones of the 90’s’ playlist. I… Continue reading London Marathon: an update & goals.
Finally. Finally. I had subconsciously been waiting for this moment. The moment I believed that I could actually run this marathon. I suppose it’s logical that it came as my mileage increased, but I wasn’t expecting it. I went into this week’s long run with a relaxed mindset – which was in stark contrast to the… Continue reading A breakthrough
If there’s one thing that marathon training has taught me it’s that you can’t neglect the basics – fuelling & hydration. I’ve always vaguely known that fuelling and recovery aren’t my biggest strengths, but if there’s one thing that’s going to bring it home to you it’s finishing a 16 mile training run and not… Continue reading Fuelling my way to the marathon start line.
Bikes with baskets, punting on the Cam, taking photos of quaint buildings… is how I always imagined my first visit to Cambridge would be. Freezing rain, aching calves and jelly baby induced near-vomiting is what actually happened (Although I did see a lot of bikes, and the race even had a bike pen). Sunday 5th… Continue reading Cambridge Half race recap
I’ve done it. I’ve jumped on the vlog bandwagon. The vlagon if you will. So here’s a video of me self-consciously reviewing some kit.
I’m never not going to be one of those people who doesn’t make a big fuss of their birthday. Direct quote from a colleague this week – “I’ve never known somebody get as excited about their birthday as you do. Except kids.” As somebody recovering from depression I’m gonna take my happiness where I can… Continue reading Happy Returns & Happy Things
I seem to have fallen into a habit of writing a marathon training update every two weeks. I can’t promise I’ll keep it up though, so don’t get too attached. There’s now eight weeks to go – eek, scary, I’m not ready etc. – and in short, I’m neither where I thought I would be… Continue reading From Here to London
