Last weekend I was sitting, shivering and weepy, in a cattle shed somewhere outside Cheltenham, waiting for Tim to arrive and take me home. If you’d crouched in front of me then and said “Next weekend will be better. Much, much better.”, I probably would have sworn resoundingly at you. But you’d have been right….
Third time’s the charm…
Saturday dawned bright and early, and a little less early – and possibly a little less bright – we dawned, too. The plan was to leave home at 6am, to get to the start for 7:30am, and wangle our way into the first wave of starters. We nailed the leaving part; the travelling part took…
Bloody brilliant idea
I was wittering about race prep this morning, as you do. What…? No, really. You do. Anyway. This year, I am mostly running with my very excellent friend Rebecca. She’s very lovely and very zen and we always have the most excellent, giggling time. We did Manchester marathon together in the spring (I know; I’m…
Commitment
This has been an interesting year. You may remember that last year I promised Mr P that I wouldn’t train for a marathon this year. Then Mr P left me, and that was difficult. And I’ll be honest, I did consider registering for a marathon to console myself, but then I thought perhaps the rest…
Goals
Prompted by Rae, I am reviewing my goals for 2017 (and, obviously, looking forward to what I might do in 2018. But that’s a different post!) As Rae says, this has been a less than ideal year. My last post talked about GNR: Great North Run is getting complicated, though. It more or less coincides…
50th year. Decisions, decisions.
I’m a big believer that you need goals, to stay motivated and to achieve. Pretty much any goal, pretty much any achievement. But you need to have something specific to aim for, in order to hit anything other than the sofa. Or I do, anyway. So this year, I was going to do “something big”…
Licked it, got the T shirt!
Oh, my! Well that’s one to tick off the bucket list, for sure… I set off for Greenwich Park at about 8:30, to find a sea of people also heading for the red start area. I don’t know why I was surprised; with almost 40,000 runners, it was never going to be short of traffic!…
Running (Gil Scott Heron)
Because I always feel like running Not away, because there is no such place Because if there was I would have found it by now Because it’s easier to run Easier than staying and finding out you’re the only one Who didn’t run Because running will be the way your life and mine Will be…
Nearly there…
Two sleeps. Or two not-a-lot-of-sleeps. We’re heading down to Greenwich tomorrow to pick up my race number and spend the night pretty much as close as we can to the start line. I am nervous. Actually, probably more nervous than I was before Brighton. I know I’m hurt, and I don’t know how it’s going…
The one where I ran 15 miles in London with a giraffe. But I can’t show you. Because spy.
So after last week’s cold, wet, hilly Half, this week’s long run schedule was a 15 miler. I’ve never run to distance in training. Right at the beginning of this adventure, my friend Matt said he’d love to come with me for a long run. He’s a proper runner. Like, his standard Sunday run is…
Nose dive…
Having forgotten that I’d entered the ballot for the Great North Run, I was really happy to learn I’d got a place. This weekend, we happened to be in Newcastle, so it seemed an ideal opportunity to recce the route and even have a little practice. I had a 50 minute long slow run in…
Running Between The Water Stations 