I remember when I first saw Ansel Adams' awe-inspiring images of Yosemite National Park. His unparalleled ability to harness the emotion within the subtext of black and white has, since that day, always motivated me to try and be a better photographer. So when I was in San Francisco there was no way I was … Continue reading Amateur Ansel Adams
I’ve always confessed to being a morning person, kicking off the duvet and facing the day come rain or shine. The San Francisco Marathon tested that theory and many of the long held beliefs I had in myself. The marathon started at 5:30am but my bus was due to leave Oakland an hour before and … Continue reading Like a Bridge over Troubled Running – San Francisco Marathon Part One
This week and beyond I will be posting belated posts and photographs from my recent trip to San Francisco. Safe to say it was one hell of a trip for both my running and photography sides! Below is one of the plethora of images I took of the awe inspiring Golden Gate Bridge veiled in fog.
Previously on The Morning Coffee Run…. No Plan, Increasing Heat, Little Sleep and the small matter of the Copenhagen Marathon to run. It wasn’t until mile six that I realised I had made a horrible mistake pushing my pace up. It wasn’t the tiredness or my body groaning under the mismanaged miles but the sun … Continue reading INTERNATIONAL MARATHON MAN – PART TWO
I have always had a love/hate relationship with London. It has been the backdrop to so many huge moments in my life: jobs, life decision, falling in love and inevitably falling out of it too. I have blissful memories scratched by saddening ones all with London's grime and grit intertwined. What would the London Marathon, my … Continue reading Running London
I will be posting a full run down of the London Marathon (once I've recovered) but for now I wanted to leave you with this: Don't let anyone (or even yourself) tell you what you can or can't do. You have no idea what you are truly capable of.
With two weeks of barely any running, two heavily strapped knees, and a duffel bag full of nerves I lined up for my second half marathon of the year. Two days before the race I finally convinced myself that I needed to go see a physiotherapist to see what, if anything, could be done about … Continue reading Silverstone Half Marathon
I didn’t run at all last week. I have been clocking up a steady 15-20 miles a week since the start of the year and now it’s stuttered to nought. The hated question every runner gets “isn’t it bad for your knees?” has finally come to pass and I am suffering, badly. I have what … Continue reading Runner’s Doubt
I took one step after the other and now the man in the mirror differs from expectations. The mind-numbing power of the big picture is something that has struck me this week. I’ve never had or thought about a big picture, not one. A goal or aim sure but never the whole story, my overrunning … Continue reading How did I get here?
“San Francisco, please make room for me. Well I’m going to San Francisco if I have to crawl on my knees” - San Francisco Blues. San Francisco, for me, has always been this iconic and slightly mythical city; for its food, people, landscape, food, culture, history and did I mention food? Every time it would be used in a … Continue reading San Francisco, please make room for me