Confessions of an average runner…

I created this blog several years ago as I felt like I had something to say. Having created a platform, at the point when people started to actually engage with it, I dropped off. Why did I do this? Honestly, because I felt like a fraud.

What running has taught me about life…

In terms of running, it’s been a pretty epic start to the year. It’s the second week of February, and I’ve run 4 races and got myself 4 PBs. (10km, 5km, half marathon, and 10km again.) It’s a phenomenal achievement, it is. And of course, I feel proud. However, it was right in the middle of all of this that I realised that while PBs are awesome, they’re not what it’s all about. At least for me.

For me, running is about the people you meet, the places you go (physically and figuratively) and the journies you take getting there. Running has quite literally taken me places I’d not been before; up hills in Iceland…

South Coast Challenge – A story of pain, tears, and defeat.

It’s taken me a month to get round to writing this. Partially, yes,  because I have been busy, but partially because I’m not very good at facing up to failure. I’ve sat down and started this post several times, before deciding that it’s more important I do this-that-and the other and putting it off yet again.

Virgin Money London Marathon 2017: The Day Itself!

So, as I’m sure you know, the London Marathon took place on the 23rd April 2017. For the last 10 days I’ve been a little bit naughty, and put off writing this blog post as the day exceeded all my wildest expectations, so much so, that I’m not sure my words here can ever do it justice.

How to Make Marathon Training a Little More Bearable…

Training for a marathon is tough. I feel like that’s an obvious statement as I’m not sure anyone goes into a marathon thinking it will be anything other than pretty bloody difficult, but you know, just in case. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that training for a marathon can (at times) be (almost) unbearable. An almost unbearable moment, or more accurately 3hrs and 2 minutes worth of moments, happened to me on Sunday, when I left the house planning to do my longest ever, 20 mile, run.