The apocalyptic Brussels canal. Photo by saigneurdeguerre.
Running is not a new activity for me. From a young age each year I would join my father in a 5 mile race – called the Greggs ru...
High five to my younger self
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Thursday, 21 November 2013
Running towards the light
So I became that person, I am the person who comes home after work when its pitch black outside and the temperature is barely 1 degree, and goes running.
I never thought I’d be that person who would go running in the freezing cold at night when there are radiators and Netflix, but here we are. It has happened.
Now most things don’t phase me too much when running: I secretly enjoy running in the rain. Bright insanely hot sunshine can be gruelling,...
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
My legs hate me today
Last week I ran a 10k, and in the flurry of a runner high - I dreamily decided that it would be a brilliant idea to sign up for a marathon in April. And much like making a drunken purchase using Amazon one click, that brilliant idea suddenly felt utterly absurd as soon as the adrenalin had worn off.
A marathon? The most I have managed before is 10k, so I may not be starting from scratch, but when my race results came in for the run on that Sunday...