I’ve always been a morning runner. I simply can’t get my act/energy/interest together to run after 12pm, and experience has taught me that it’s altogether better if I just roll with this. Typically, I set my kit out the night before, get up and into my running clothes, and leave the house before I’ve woken…
Month: February 2016
Ooops
I missed a weekend update. Which is a shame, because it was actually a bloomin’ good weekend, from a training and pretty much an every other point of view… I took myself into Oxford on Saturday morning, with the intention of running the route of the Oxford Half Marathon. My training plan said 140 minutes,…
Climbing the mountain
A little while ago, I read a book called Elizabeth is Missing; a mystery novel where the story is narrated by an elderly woman who has dementia. Her condition worsens over the course of the novel, but her voice gives an insightful, imaginative and powerful view of the world from the eyes of a someone…
Wandering winter wonders…
Oh, spring marathon! With your 16 week training schedule and your athlete-focussed approach! How little you have to say in all your brochures and glossy bits of puff about that greatest of British variables… winter weather. I suppose for much of the 7 weeks since Christmas, we have actually been particularly blessed. It’s been a…
Long run, reflections and stars
Yesterday’s long run was two cold, exposed, wind-swept, rain-drenched hours. Two hours! TWO!! I set a course crossing the A40, down to South Leigh, through Eynsham and eventually meeting the patient and wonderful Mr P in Barnard’s Gate for a short ride home. There’s a lot of time to fill, in two hours, and…
Three good things
The picture is my youngest daughter’s GCSE Level art coursework. The left and middle images are copies she has made of Grace Ciao’s fashion illustrations. My daughter is using Ciao and Alexander McQueen as her artist case studies, and her work on both of them has been incredibly detailed and beautiful. So she provides the image for…
Roaring into the wind
It’s been a funny old week; heralded in by a storm pulling half the guttering off the front of the house which woke us up at 4am, and see-sawed its way into a migraine-filled, dehydrated, wakeful dawn. Heralded out by winds and rain and my longest ever long run… The migraine knocked my training out….
Running Between The Water Stations 