On the eve of every January 1st, I scribble on a post-it my aims for that new year about to burst into life with fireworks and fizz. The note, passive aggressively towards my future self, then gets stuck to my fridge. That way every time I buy something I shouldn't have (no doubt chocolate) and … Continue reading Running Resolutions
I used to be an expert at quitting anything involving physical activity. At school I would come up with any excuse to avoid exercise, if you could think up an ailment or appointment I used it: “inner ear problem” check, “dentist check up” done, “period” tried but failed as when I was a kid I didn’t … Continue reading 10 Ways to Excuse Proof Yourself
This year I had one clear goal: run a sub four and a half hour marathon. I missed it by eleven minutes. I failed. It was one of the reasons it took me so long to put the Queenstown Marathon story up on the blog because it was my final marathon of the year and … Continue reading I Failed.
Sometimes in life you have to take that leap of faith. A metaphorical stumble into the unknown, blindingly hoping. As I stood on the edge of a bridge in New Zealand about to take a literal leap, with nothing but bungee rope to stop me from plunging to my death, I couldn’t help but think … Continue reading Leap of Faith – My Queenstown Marathon
I am no longer a twenty something, I have become a thirty year old today; an age when you were a kid you considered ancient. Whilst I have more than a few grey hairs, I can’t even see the hill let alone be considered over it. If anything I feel more youthful than ever but … Continue reading 30 Things I’ve Learnt in my first 30 Years
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