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…

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,…

A tale of (half) a Transpennine real ale trail

As I head into March with a half marathon looming into view for the second year running, I’ve looked back to last year and decided that probably one of the biggest factors that affected me (other than the weirdly stifling heat on the day) is the fact that right up until the week before the run I…

It’s grim out east

After all the hype, all the build up, and all the expectation, Sunday ultimately proved to be a bit of a let down; an all-too-familiar feeling of disappointment followed by recurring thoughts of what perhaps might have been. No I’m not talking about the latest failure from England at a major tournament, rather my inability…

A sprint, not a marathon

Hello, hello. Good to be back. Hope you have all been spending the past three months or so doing lots of interesting things. I’m not really sure how it got to June already. I’m not even sure how it got to three months since my last post on here following the Day of Sweat around…

Falling to pieces

Remember when you were a kid? You could just run, and run, and run and then run some more. Nothing seemed to affect you; you’d just run as fast as you could for as long as it was humanly possible. Every breaktime at school, just running around non stop. Sometimes I’d attempt to play football,…

Balls to it all

I’m angry. For nearly 24 hours over the weekend, all the way from 4:45pm on Saturday when the full time whistle went at The Lamex Stadium, right up to 3:45pm on Sunday, just before the holy numbered balls went from bag to drum, I was excited about the draw for The FA Cup fifth round. I always…