Mid term report

Well that didn’t take long. A little over two and a half months ago, I sat here tapping away, writing my closing blog of 2013, wrapping up for the year and gently pondering whether or not to throw myself into a marathon for 2014. I mooted various options; London (virtually impossible, short of raising two…

Losing weight

Whisper it, but it definitely appears that I may now have actually entered another marathon. I have paid someone a sum of money. I have an email confirmation from them. I have a reminder in my diary. And, most importantly of all, I have a target. A ridiculous, ludicrous target. Essentially, trying to shave 14…

A Christmas with a difference

Happy new year, dear readers! I hope you had a good festive period and Father Christmas emptied his sack to your great satisfaction. It seems like only yesterday I was kicking off 2013, pondering how to approach the year. There were no runs in the diary. I still had a bike. I even thought I…

Destination: London

I definitely jinxed it last week. Smugly signing off with “well I’ve got nothing to train for have I?” was asking for trouble, it really was. I thought I was done for the year, all the heavy stuff behind me for now. No more tempo runs. No more long, slow Sundays. No more bloody hilly…

Facts and figures

Marathon position: 150th Time: 3:19:07 Pace per mile: 7:32 Number of times fell over: 1 Number of times felt like crying: 18 Number of children hit by discarded water bottle: 1 Number of times I would like to see Sefton Park again in future: 0 Number of shouts of “Go on Messi, lad”: Too many…

The emptiness of the non-long distance runner

So that’s that then. Summer 2011 has been and gone; a blur of grey, humid, miserable sweaty evenings, spent trudging round and round South Manchester getting myself as prepared as I possibly could to attempt, and I’m glad to say complete, my first ever marathon. And apart from falling on my arse, I think it…

An enormous sense of achievement

177½ days. Or, 25.4 weeks; a shade under six months. That is the time that elapsed between entering and starting the Liverpool Marathon 2011, the “long and winding road race”. 4,260 hours to be more precise, or 255,600 minutes even. Nearly half a year of worrying senseless that it would be the last thing I…

Endgame

Sunday 9th October. The date that has been etched into my brain and dominated my thoughts ever since that one glass of wine too many led to me signing up for a marathon all the way back in April. Six long, long months of thinking about pretty much nothing else other than running, sweating, weeping,…

Watersports

Training for a marathon while living in one of the biggest cities in the UK isn’t particularly pleasant to say the least. Endlessly pounding the cracked, lumpy pavements alongside hundreds and hundreds of buses. Cars appearing from nowhere while crossing junctions. Shouts, heckles, general abuse. Running past pub gardens on hot days and wishing I could…

World rankin 23

Those of you that follow me on Twitter, or have clicked on the World-Rank.in link down the side of this blog, may be aware of a very strange little website that has been tracking me as I’ve been running all over South Manchester this summer. I did not sign up to it, I have never contacted anyone…