I’ve been a little quiet on here for a while; my writing mojo wandered off. It’s decided to return on the eve-eve of my big target race of the year: the Oxford Half Marathon 2016. Here’s why it’s come back.
This week parkrun has received an unusually high profile in the UK media for unfortunate reasons. The coverage has highlighted what a fantastic, volunteer-led community has been established. With a surge in interest, your local parkrun is likely to need volunteers more than ever before so why not try it? I did, and I loved it. Continue reading Become a parkrun Volunteer
After 6 years as a regular runner I finally acknowledged I should be taking on the cross country season. This afternoon it was time for me to embrace the filth!
I woke up with a very vivid dream still in my mind. It centred around parkrun. Was it coincidence given that I was up early on my birthday to go to Oxford parkrun? I think not, but would the real parkrun resemble my dream?
Some Saturday mornings are for lay ins, some are for parkrun. Given that Juneathon day 5 was an excuse day rather than exercise day, this Saturday morning definitely needed to be the latter.
Thirteen weeks ago I started training for my first marathon. I’ve pushed myself more than ever, setting both personal firsts and bests. This weekend sees my training peak and embark on my first proper taper.
As runners, we’re always measuring ourselves in some way or another – how far, how fast, new PBs – but with my biggest running challenge on the horizon I wanted to measure myself very specifically, with the help of RaceFit Consulting.
Five weeks ago I had my worst ever run at the spiritual home of my running, the Great North Run. This morning I was up, literally, at the crack of dawn to implement the lessons I learned from the GNR at this year’s Oxford Half Marathon.
Christmas has finished. It’s official. The decorations are down, the tree is looking forlorn awaiting its fate and it’s back to work for a full week for the first time in nearly a month.
Generally, the Christmas period has been a lovely one for me with lots of gatherings with friends and family, however my running Christmas was not as I’d hoped. Since getting back on the road after a short break post-Oxford half I have suffered with a niggle in my right foot. The harder or longer I ran, the longer it took to go away. That was until I visited a physio for the first time in over a decade. Continue reading Hello new shoes, bye bye them blues