Dan - thanks for the link to the Goring 10K in Feb. This is a good race that I did a couple of years ago. I was looking for info about it recently but couldn't find any. Fits in quite well with my schedule too.
But no, the race I was referring to is the Goring & Woodcote Lions 10K run on Jan 8th. Info here : http://www.lions-gwd.org.uk/ (Then click on "10K" link on left). It's a pretty obscure race by the looks of things. I had trouble tracking it down. I might do it in 2006 as I don't fancy the usual Hyde Park 10K on New Year's Day.
Glad you like the feed. You're probably the only one who uses it! Please let me know if and when it fails, or if I forget to update it.
El Gordo
Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
Aha, thanks. It looks well-organised, considering it's not run by a running club. Unlike the amusing Harpsden 10K which I did in the summer, where I ran into a photographer on the start line, and the course turned out to be about 13K long.
Goring is obviously the place to be for 10Ks in Berks!
Hmm. I've scoured the Hal Higdon Training Guide into the wee small hours, but I can't find reference to the pre 10k Moonlit Ballgrab anywhere.
I don't suppose the perp uttered anything along the lines of
'yeah, but, no, but yeah but . . . ' ?
By the way, there's always the chance this might happen during a seafront 10K in Brighton.
I cannot, however, vouchsafe that the culprit will be in their teens.
Or, indeed, female.
Pip pip!
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
Pressure?
I remember Lee Travino telling a reporter that presure was playing for 5 dollars when you've only got 2 dollars in your pocket.
This'll be fun.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
But as for the real definition of pressure, that needs some restating for today.
Real pressure is when you're trying to run a 52 minute 10 km by pacing yourself alongside a man who's intent (and positively hell-bent) on running 49.
Especially when that aforesaid gentleman smiles knowingly across at you, licks his lips and says, darkly, "There may be the small matter of a modest hill coming up ahead here...."
Hill? That was no hill, that was a bump.
Actually, I'd love to give you guys a leisurely tour of the local hills some day.
Maybe one Sunday in December? Watch out for those pebbles now . . .
In mitigation I had no intention of running a 49.
I clearly remember telling SP to get back to the finish for around 11:50 . . . :o
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
Seafront Plodder Wrote:Only non-lardies can see the diary now Sweder.
It's new software Andy has downloaded in a sort of Kings New Clothes stylee.
Ah, that'll be it then.
And it's Emperors New Clothes me old cocker.
Fancy a muddy plod this week? I'm planning a pebble-free downland lope Tuesday morning (5 miles-ish).
And really, where's the blinkin' front page diary?
'Alf-inched by the News of the Screws for removal of juicy tabloid tidbits??
Found to be ghosted by Hal Higdon and removed for phorensic investigation???
Or worse . . . removed by the author for the addition of seasonal decoration . . .
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! HUMBUG!!
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
I'm sure you're correct old boy. I yield to the superior knowledge of the ancient sage (you're still older than me, even if you don't look it )
Hans Christian Andersen penned the original tale in 1837.
Of course he didn't copyright back then, so it was probably re-issued in a subtely altered guise by some slimy toad - J Archer or some such rogue.
As Phoebe would say - whatever.
Speaking of corpulence, I used to have a vinyl edition of HCA tales, voiced by Danny Kaye. It featured that loveable character, Tubby The Tuba.
A classic - look out for it in all good record stores.
And take a hammer.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
Running is the aphrodisiac for the writer - that's why you get so much drivel out of me after a series of excursions.
I guess we all have different ways to consolidate our thoughts. I've found a fairly reliable balance to be running offroad (distracts the organising part of my brain, looking out for deathtraps, pebbles etc) with music (seems to occupy another srea of the brain - the one that routinely mulls over mundane stuff. The music is familiar so doesn't require concentration to be enjoyed) leaving the creative part to sift abstract thoughts.
The key is getting these ideas down. This requires access to the site - or at least a word processor - fairly soon after a run; not always an option.
I'm just relieved that the blank space in the middle of the homepage didn't signal a need to purchase some new Mega-windows multi-moneyburner package . . .
Enough blather. I'm off to the downs; it's a cracking morning, Gromit.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
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