Meeting Across The River

Carrying an ankle injury, I honestly had no idea what to expect from the Wirral Half Marathon. I’ve never gone into a race before not knowing if I’d even be able to run a few yards let alone get to the finish. Maybe I’d run down to the three mile mark and get a bus or taxi back to the finish line. Maybe I’d branch off and do the shorter 10k. Maybe, just maybe, I might even be able to complete the whole thing and run further than I had for nearly six months.

What I never in a million years expected to happen was exactly what did end up happening.

Bump and grind

It’s been a while since I last trained for a race as generally I’ve found that for the last few events heading out for a weekend long run alongside a couple of shorter quicker ones midweek has been just dandy in terms of getting me round.

No, I mean really training. And with that comes a whole heap of problems

Springtime / Summertime

What a funny old year eh. The coldest winter I’ve literally ever run through seemed to turn, almost instantly, into the hottest summer of all time, or at least that’s how it’s felt. There was no spring. No gradual increase allowing us to begin to acclimatise to it. I got to the start of April still running in hat, thick gloves and baselayer. Since then, give or take the odd couple of days or so, it’s been pretty much 25 degrees plus, day after day after day. And I’ve decided to keep on running right through the middle of it.

Round Two: The 2018 London Marathon

The 2018 London Marathon was literally the hardest thing I have ever done, ever. It was, almost from the get go, unrelentingly, leg-shatteringly, teeth-grindingly difficult. The warmest race I have ever run, literally the hottest London Marathon on record. A horrendous experience, almost from start to the eventual finish. So why have I entered the ballot for 2019?

Because, as with last year, it was one of the best experiences of my entire life.

Less than half

After last month’s little diversion into the world of cycling, or more specifically, the sad story of my total withdrawal from it all, it’s back onto more familiar ground this month with my first running update of 2018.

We’re now well over three months into the new year and although spring is only just starting to fully show itself I’ve already got a race in the bag and I’m staring down the barrel of the second. One down, one to go. A half, then a full. Liverpool, then London.

Winning The Lottery

Something very, very odd happened last month. Something that has literally never, ever happened before, and probably will never happen ever again. Something that left me feeling oddly elated, yet totally deflated at exactly the same time.

For the first time ever, the wheel landed on my number. I was in. I had a golden ticket. At long long last, a London ballot success. RideLondon wanted me, but this time I didn’t want them.

October Double Header

I’ve done a fair bit of running over the years it’s safe to say, and I know you’re probably sick of me droning on about it, but one thing I’ve never done before as best I can recall, is (if you discount the weekly free parkruns) two events in the same month. October 2017 was the month where it finally happened

Running Together: The City of Salford 10k

The 2014 edition of the City of Salford 10k is, thankfully, still to this day the only time I have ever pulled out of a race on the morning, as a dose of crippling insomnia overnight left me feeling distinctly undercooked ahead of the proposed 6.2 mile sprint around the quayside. Thankfully that had a happy ending as the four others I was due to run with all had a great day at the office, but I still felt like I had some unfinished business to attend to with this one.

Running For Manchester

The Mancunian response to the tragic events of 22nd May was amazing; stoic, defiant. A city standing together arm in arm, a city united. A city trying to move forward again.

The 2017 edition of the Great Manchester Run would come to be a part of that. We ran for Manchester.

Realising an ambition: The 2017 London Marathon

I thought I was prepared for quite how big an occasion this would be, but nothing quite prepared for what turned out to be the most brilliantly horrific three-and-nearly-half hours of my life; my favourite ever race.

I’ve waited over half my life to be part of the London Marathon and it was absolutely one hundred percent worth the wait.