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!…

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…

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…

March miles….and the bends.

I’ve just looked up my miles for March, to answer a question George asked in our On The Wagon Facebook group.  How many miles did you all run in March?  And my answer… “only 65.8 miles”.  Only.  I mean, that’s at least 30 miles short of what I’d have done if the knee hadn’t had…

Putting in the work

I’m going to write this today, before whatever’s going to happen tomorrow happens. The knee is improving – not quite better yet; it still doesn’t function well as a spring or a pivot, but provided all it’s asked to do is hinge the big bones in my leg, it’s fine.  Unseen bumps in the road,…

You’ve never had it so good…

Yeah, well I see now that I’d more or less jinxed this marathon training malarkey.  It was all too easy – I didn’t get ill, I didn’t skip sessions (well.  Two sessions.  But that’s pretty good going), I didn’t hurt myself early on when the miles were building.  I let myself off too early, a…

Injury bench

There’s not much to say, this week.  My knee hasn’t recovered from Silverstone, and I’ve spent most of the week with it heavily strapped, swearing colourfully as I descend every staircase… I haven’t been alone.  One of my dogs has been very severely ill, for the last week and a half.  He had horrible diarrhoea…

Silverstone Half Marathon

So.  I just ran my first official half marathon.  Round the F1 race track at Silverstone! Which should be pretty awesome, and the bling was certainly impressive, but let’s get the negatives out of the way… As it turns out, running round a race track is not the most interesting way to spend a lunchtime…

All strapped up…

I went for a run!! It was fine, actually.  Born of necessity, because I had dinner in town with some friends and got a taxi home, because I’d drunk too much fruit juice.  Specifically, grape juice.  OK, fermented grape juice – but it’s all carb loading, right? No, I’ve no particular reason to be carb…

Stretching my imagination

I haven’t run since my knee gave way, on Wednesday.  No running, and no doing much else either.  My Fitbit stats are shockingly awful – Dad has just been on the phone, sounding delighted that he’s done twice as many steps as me this week! – and I’m beginning to feel a little like a…

Bad run… (insert limp joke here)

Normally, I plan my morning runs meticulously, the evening before.  I map my route; set my alarm; pack my running backpack and set out my running clothes by my bed, so I can jump out of bed, get dressed and get out of the door before I’m sufficiently awake for my brain to come up…