For a bit of a giggle/out of curiosity I put my recent race times into a marathon pace calculator, and was more than a little surprised when it predicted a sub-4 finish time (Obviously, this comes with the usual caveats of making sure you train sufficiently etc). Once I stopped laughing at the ridiculousness of… Continue reading Marathon training: leaving my comfort zone.
“I can’t do yoga – I can’t even touch my toes”. Yarp, I was one of those. Completely missing the point that my inflexibility was exactly the reason I SHOULD – and could – do yoga. I was a typical runner – full of running, tight of hamstring, and full to the brim of… Continue reading Yoga, I love you.
Before I got really serious about the running thing, I was pretty much all about the strength training thing. Determined to be something other than The Skinny One, I’ve been trying to build muscle and ‘tone up’ for a few years now, and it still forms the bulk of my training – albeit more running specific… Continue reading Bikes and Biceps.
Or not, as the case may be. I’m not known for my patience (hello, always skipping to the end of a book), but when it involves not doing the one thing that keeps me sane-ish and prevents me from starting training for a marathon that I’ve only just signed up for, it straight up deserts… Continue reading Coping with Injury.
Brighton Marathon to be precise. Although as I sit here, shin-splint-ravaged legs elevated (all about that RICE), and having run a total of 1 kilometre in the past fortnight, it doesn’t seem like the most achievable of goals. I mean, I’m probs being a little dramatic; I have been suffering from a rather nasty case of shin… Continue reading So, I’m going to run a marathon.
One of the things that makes me a bit sad, is that I don’t get to run Parkrun very often. Childcare arrangements mean that it just isn’t possible very often (although hopefully in a few years The Toddler will be able to come along with me), and is a bit of a logistical nightmare. But,… Continue reading A heart-warming, extremity-numbing Parkrun
Okay, not cheating cheating (that was perhaps a bit of a provocative title), but cheating yourself. Let me firstly say, for the record, that I don’t have anything against pacing as a concept, or pacers as people(!); in fact they showcase what I’ve found to be the most wonderful thing about the running community –… Continue reading Is being paced to a PB, cheating?
I was always the skinny one. It was my thing. I am remarkably average in most respects, but one thing I could excel at was being thin. And without trying too. I was one of those annoying, naturally skinny girls that people love to hate. My size became the one thing that my self esteem hinged on.… Continue reading Skinny to Strong: A Personal Journey.
The last time I wrote about running, I was really struggling with it; I was struggling to run 5k, despite having been able to previously, and really wasn’t enjoying it at all. Fast forward a month and I am completely and utterly back in love with running, and have knocked over a minute off my… Continue reading A Running Update: The One Where I Fall Back In Love
*Two steps in* This isn’t going to go well. My legs hurt already. Okay, just run through the pain. One kilometer at a time. I bet all these drivers are looking at me aren’t they? Why do I insist on wearing bright colours when I run? I’d better try and look like I know what… Continue reading This is what goes on in my head when I’m running.