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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Tough 10
Yesterday, I set out with my lovely neighbour, Kirsty, for another race. Our races together are characterised by not taking things entirely seriously. Our training for this race consisted pretty much solely of last week’s cross country shenanigans round the local woods and farmland. This week, I’ve done a little running – 5km on Thursday…
Starting over
My place in the London Marathon was confirmed, this week. I will be fundraising for a fabulous charity, and I’ll upload details when I’ve sorted them out and started my fundraising page. It’s a charity which supports families suffering from domestic abuse. A cause very close to my heart, and I’m delighted to be running…
It’s a family affair…
That slightly gauche young man is my son. He’s 17, and just doing his A/S levels (or whatever they’re called this year). Very occasionally, he comes for a run with me and once in a while he’ll come home from his Dad’s saying he’s run there. This morning, despite an entrenched antipathy to early rising and a…
Running Between The Water Stations 