Autumn roundup

We run the same races, we get different results.

None of the four races in my autumn running calendar should have been anything beyond the unexpected. Or so I thought, until I actually ran them.

Smashing the Standalone curse

I hadn’t planned on writing this one up as full post. This year’s Standalone 10k was just meant to be a footnote to the bigger picture, a practice run for the main event at the Manchester Half Marathon.

The 2018 edition will go down in history though as one of my best ever days at the office as I somehow ran the 10k of my life.

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

Stepping stone

And so it comes to wrap up the blog for 2015, a year quite unlike any other in my recent history. A runner since 2007, and a running blogger since 2011, this year marked probably the first time in my life when I started to maybe consider myself a cyclist instead. The events, the achievements and the blogs still…

Family fortunes

Despite there being good couple of months still left, it’s usually around now when I begin to reflect on how the past year has gone and look forward to the challenges that may await in the future. For the third year running, the Standalone 10k marked the end of my “season”, and I’m chuffed to…

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…

Fresh targets

First up, happy new year. Are we really nearly two months in already? Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun. And with this being me, it being early into a brand, spanking new year, by fun I obviously mean lots, and lots of running. I hope you are all well, anyway. I’m moving on from…

What a difference a year makes

These time gaps on the blog are starting to become a bit of a habit I’m afraid. I’m ever so sorry if you have been tuning in regularly expecting, perhaps even longing, for an update. I know you must all be chomping at the bit to read more of my pointless ramblings, and I’m sorry…