There are two moments that I say my running started; the first time I dragged my arse off the sofa and went out for a run and the Oxford Half in 2015. While it is hard to imagine a time when I wasn't running and blogging, I never actually wrote about my first half marathon as … Continue reading Running in my own Footprints
It's a question I'm sure you have thought about at one time or another. Today I was faced with that question head on. I work in Oxford a few days a week and on my usual walking route from the train station to where I work today there were police cars and ambulances obscuring my … Continue reading When are we going to die?