My gut is 42 inches round, my waist is 39 and i’m tipping the scales at 13 Stone 12. This morning I ran 2.51 km through the drizzle of a Dartmoor summer. In 11 months and 2 days I will be starting a run that will cover 49.7 km. South 2 North is happening. Continue reading
It has been awhile. Things have changed, they oft times do. Continue reading
The Alarm has been set, thirty minutes past six in the morning I will be ripped from my slumber to don prepared clothing and stagger outside into the dark, to run.
My head is on a loop – It is raining, I have 3Km to run, It is raining, I have 3km to run… I know it’s not winter, the rain will be warm, as I flail around getting myself into my running gear I have mentally run through the playlist for todays run, there is only one choice. It is not November, nor is it a hard rain,
Four tiny little kilometres, just four, but the problem is I can see every step that I will have to take on this circular run, sometimes running is all about the head, not the legs.
“Are you alright?” asks the marshal, as I hobble, wincing in pain down the steep rock strewn path. “only another mile to go, all flat. Can you make it?”
A woodpecker hammers the heck out of a tree trunk high up over my head, I stare into the azure blue above trying to spot a flash of movement, all I see are vapour trails. Continue reading
My heart rate is in the green, my cadence could be quickened but my pace is bang on. The Garmin is re-born.
The wind bites cold at my legs as I exit the warm cocoon of the car, I’m starting to think that it might have been a little early in the year for running in shorts.
As I fine tune the grip of my laces I know what lies before me and it holds no dread, 2km of unrelenting upwards.