That was the run that wasn’t

Well then. How to approach this one? The fact that it’s nearly a month late tells its own story, I guess. The race report for the City of Salford 10k, an event that I’d had in the diary for nearly four months, booked in before I’d even run the last race I entered. An event…

Softly does it

With the benefit of hindsight, I kinda I wish I’d thought out the title of last week’s blog a bit more. I should have chosen something a bit more appropriate to the subject matter I feel, and even more so now as I sit here writing this wanting to use that same title again, albeit on…

Tunnel vision

As an adopted Mancunian, I probably shouldn’t say this but I bloody love Liverpool. It’s a genuinely great city and holds a fair few memories. For starters, I met my fiancée there all the way back in 2005, and we are due to marry there next year sometime. In running terms, it was of course…

I do like to sweat beside the seaside

What better way to spend a bank holiday Monday, hey? The first sunny day of a miserable weekend, a lovely park by the sea and, with me being me, a 6.2 mile race during the hottest part of the day. A late entry thrown in for the Sandgrounder 10k all the way over in Southport and then…

Wrapping up

So as the evenings draw in and even I of freakishly warm disposition begin to feel the increasingly wintery chill in the air, and with nothing more in the calendar apart from looking forward to the Christmas excesses, I thought I might take a few minutes to reflect on how 2013 went ahead of tentatively…

Finishing off some unfinished business

Me and Standalone go way back. Not as far back as for some no doubt; now in its 26th year, it’s an incredibly well-established event and I bet there’s at least one person out there who’s run the lot of them. I obviously never got in that early (I would have been five when it…

Rubbing me up the wrong way

It’s like I’ve never been away. Sweating. Breathlessness. Aches, strains and pains. Stumbles, fumbles and near tumbles. Late dinners, early nights. Hungry. Tired.  A new pair of running shoes. A target. Over confidence followed by crushing self doubt. Lack of commitment. Too much bloody running. For the second time in 2013, I sit here with days…

Back on my feet

A week on and the poor girl still isn’t home. Where is she? I hope she’s OK, wherever she is. On that front, I’m beginning to think I’m going to have to stop referring to my bike as “her”. For one, it’s a bit embarrassing for a grown man attaching a gender to a collection…

Run half as far, feel twice as bad

Worse than that, actually. I like to think that I’ve grown used to how my body copes after running these days, I mean I’ve covered enough bloody ground over the last six years. Literally, thousands of miles, through six pairs of running shoes, training, competing and even commuting. Running around Manchester, Bedfordshire, Merseyside, Northamptonshire, Newcastle. Long runs,…

A change of pace

May, then. How did we get here so quickly? Where the blazes is 2013 going? I cannot believe that we are five months in already, and it is already two since the Liverpool Half Marathon, the last time I was going through all this pre-race build up malarkey. Port Sunlight is looming; it’s the final…