Rest. The very word is peaceful. Like the hiss of the steam train at Adlestrop Station. Rest, I need it. It struck me last night that I’d run 5 days out 6, and with the likelihood of doing my first long run of the campaign tomorrow rather than Saturday, it’s makes sense to take it easy today. It means I won’t be rejoining my tigers again tonight (yeah, I think I’ll call them the Tilehurst Tigers from now on), but will aim to get back there next week.… READ MORE.... …
Month: January 2005
Is it just me, or do other adults fancy a go in the ball pool at IKEA? OK, so it’s just me, but anyway, this thought strayed through my head just now as I wondered about endorphins. Chemicals, I know, but I sort of imagined for a moment that they might be a bit like balls in the IKEA ball pool, and I thought of myself flapping around in it, having a lovely time, while all the solemn adult types did solemn adult things like walking round the store in shoes with sensible heels, shopping for a new bedside cabinet.… READ MORE.... …
And so the four weeks of pre marathon-training training get left behind, and I enter the Restricted Zone. The brief had been simple – to run just 20 miles in each of the last four weeks, yet this final week is the only one in which I actually managed it. It has to be said that Christmas hasn’t been a roaring success in terms of food, alcohol and running.… READ MORE.... …
I woke yesterday thinking I must have left the radio on all night. White noise everywhere. And why was my neighbour hammering on the wall at such an hour on New Year’s Day? The terrible truth took a moment or two to filter through. This was a corker of a hangover. I was able to gather just enough marbles together to locate the clock, and to interpret the data.… READ MORE.... …