Good Friday – eventually. I rose from the dead at 6:30am (it’s OK, I’m a card-carrying atheist, I’m safe), not really in the mood to run 10 miles. I stood at the kitchen window, munching on dry toast and swilling severe, black coffee. A 10 mile race or a gardenful of torture? And how had I managed to put on 3 pounds yesterday?… READ MORE.... …
Month: April 2004
OK, another confession. That picture of the koala further up the page… I didn’t really snap that along the Kennet & Avon Canal. It was taken on a run though, but not one of mine. Step forward, Graham H-M, otherwise known as Midlife-Crisis-Man. Graham is a suspiciously lucid Australian who has gone a bit quiet recently. Maybe a truckload of Boags went off the road behind his house.… READ MORE.... …
The Maidenhead Easter 10. This is a race in Maidenhead, 10 miles long, that takes place at Easter. No surprise there. I entered it today, partly because I wanted to enter a race with a sensible name. Much better than the Air Products 10K, or the Massey-Ferguson 5, happening the same weekend. Much as I like running at the seaside, there’s something unappealing about the idea of taking part in the Fitness First Bournemouth Bay Half-Marathon.… READ MORE.... …
Being drunk for three consecutive days doesn’t, after all, appear in the Hal Higdon marathon training programme. Damn, I must have misread it. After a strangely hollow, monochrome day at work, when I was tempted to wonder if running had given up on me, I finished early, came home, and went out to run 9½ miles in a fantastic range of weather: a turbulent twenty-minute tempest sandwiched between two slabs of warm sunshine.… READ MORE.... …
As April Fools go, it wasn’t what you’d call a whizzo stonker, but I was still taken aback to get four emails asking me to reconsider what I wrote in the last entry, as well as a few messages on the forum. What began as a joke ended up making me feel like a rotten cad. No, I’m not planning on giving up just yet, though I am getting anxious about the schedule.… READ MORE.... …
Is there any point continuing with this running stuff? As I went out for my stuttering 5 mile run along the canal this morning, I found myself thinking about last night, when I’d paid my first visit to the running club. I did enjoy it at the time, and felt quite excited that I’d made this big step, but I was slightly horrified at this sight of a hundred people plodding miserably round the track.… READ MORE.... …