Breaking down

I’m beginning to think I’m cursed. Saturday morning and a beautiful clear, crisp spring affair. The third consecutive weekend longer spin out on the bike, training for my first bike event since 2013, Le Tour de Yorkshire in just over a weeks’ time. The weekend before had been a bit of a struggle, back home…

A return to the road

So here we are, in April. The days are getting longer, spring is a-springing. Time for the annual running checklist. New shoes? Check. Training plan in place? Kind of. Running lots and lots of training miles? Erm…not so much. Building up to the first big event of the year? Well, yes and no. Yes, I…

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…

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…

End of the road

Today, I am mostly feeling a bit numb. I didn’t really intend to do a blog this week. In fact, with nothing to train for, I’ve been struggling to even think of a theme for the piece, let alone when I could be bothered to actually write it. It’s just been a lovely, relaxed few…

Smashing the half century

All that worrying. All that stress. Would I last the distance? Most importantly, would I even be allowed to complete it? I had literally had nightmares in the days leading up to the race, about everything from crashing, having punctures, getting left behind, being late for the start and many others too bizarre to go…

Moving the goalposts

The last weekend of June is traditionally a time to party. Pretty much every year since 2004, I’ve packed a selection of life’s essentials into a rucksack and made the pilgrimage down to Worthy Farm, Somerset for a week of bands, mud, occasional sunshine and lethal-strength pear cider. Yes, it’s Glastonbury time again. Health and…

Feeling deflated

Cycling to work was supposed to save me money. When I first moved to Manchester in 2006, my weekly bus pass was £3, which was obviously a ridiculous steal. Now it’s £8.50 and still rising every couple of months. For that, I get unlimited access to a single route up and down South Manchester. Just one….

Two marathons

You may have noticed a tab at the top of the page for “TRAVEL” since my blog went through its second rebirth earlier this year. Perhaps you clicked on it to see if I had anything interesting to say on the subject, possibly expecting a few tales of exotic and distant lands, traversed far and…

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,…