Six weeks to Zurich, and things are ropey. Bumping along on your arse like this is painful, but it must be about as bad as it gets. I fell asleep back there, and missed my stop. Now I’m just waiting for the bus to slow down long enough for me to jump off, and begin the long trek back. Another lesson learned the uncomfortable way.… READ MORE.... …
Month: February 2006
“Ooooh, what a grey day”. Another week, another aimless plod through rural England. The Bramley 20 is a bigger undertaking than last week’s half marathon, but the tale is a simpler one. The running landscape was much the same as last weekend. Workaday agricultural land, patches of dense wood, humourless farmers, mazey lanes, rutted farm tracks. Grey skies. Foggy and cold.… READ MORE.... …
No wonder I felt knackered after the Wokingham Half. The results show that I did the race twice. Someone with my name, race number and club finished in 1:50, then apparently went back and did it again, this time trailing home in 2:18. I feel better about my performance now. I’ve been wondering about my falling energy levels. Is it a hideous portent of my nightmarish appointment with the Grim Reaper….?… READ MORE.... …
Almeria was a grand weekend, and life hasn’t quite returned to normal. Perhaps the apres-race took it out of me. Whatever it was, I seem to have taken my eye off the ball. Last Saturday I had a difficult 18 miler. The first 12 or 14 were OK, but the rest was cold and dark and slow. For the first time in a long time, I began to wonder about the wisdom of marathons, and these long preparatory runs.… READ MORE.... …