10,938 days. That’s how many days I have been alive. In a tiny fraction of those collected minutes and hours, I’ve run. Run to catch buses, sprinted away from monkeys in India, dashed to get to the front of the lunch queues at school but in ten of the thousands of days I’ve run marathons. … Continue reading 10,938 days. 10 Marathons.
With almost 3,000 feet of elevation gain, very challenging terrain and being exposed to all the elements of wet and windy Wales the Snowdonia Marathon is regularly called the toughest marathon in the UK. Regardless, I chose this race as my tenth marathon. Why? Because despite all the reasons I shouldn't have done it I … Continue reading Running the UK’s Toughest Marathon
Hours after the volunteers had gone home and the finishing line packed away for another year, I stood on a rooftop drinking a cocktail. Darkness had long taken away the humid sun and as I over looked Millennium Park (where the Chicago Marathon had started and finished) sipping the last dregs of my Old Fashioned … Continue reading Why I Keep Running – My Chicago Marathon
You’ve received that coveted ‘you’re in’ magazine for the London Marathon this week, now what? I have collected a few, very simple pieces of advice for those of you currently looking at the summit of the London Marathon from basecamp and thinking I just can’t do that. It will be a day that will change … Continue reading So you’re going to run a marathon…
Rome was the rain, London was being the Samaritan and Edinburgh was my stomach. Every marathon so far this year had in one way or another hampered my attempt at improving the time I had set in San Francisco, which was four marathons and over 14 months ago. That streak of unsuccessful attempts twinned with … Continue reading Always Forward – My Berlin Marathon
On April 23rd I said goodbye to two complete strangers with tears in my eyes. We had spent the last hour or two, arm in arm staggering towards the finish of the London Marathon (I won’t repeat the whole story but you can read it all here). Fuelled by the crowds and camaraderie we reached … Continue reading Reunited – A Marathon Story
As you could probably tell by reading my last blog post, I have begun to panic about my lack of marathon preparation. It’s been causing sleepless nights and visions of those fatal three letters; DNF. The running I was doing was purely fuelled by those feelings and was as such joyless. Putting in the miles … Continue reading Running through Puddles