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…
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Long time coming…
On Sunday, it’ll be 8 weeks till the marathon and one week until Warwick Half. This is my ‘de-load’ week. I’m scaling back the amount of running this week, to allow my legs to rest and consolidate all they’ve learnt over the past few weeks. Last week, I was mostly in Lincoln. Which meant I…
New Year’s Difficulty
New Year’s Eve is a difficult time for me. I have PTSD, which is related to an old relationship and NYE. Each passing year, I think it will be easier. But each year it serves simply as a trapdoor through time and the evening passes in a haze of flashbacks, panic attacks, breathing exercises and…
Running Between The Water Stations 