Don’t know if I like rest days. Part of me says “Run … just a bit”. Most of me restlessly rests. I get up at the same time as running days anyway. Sleep just isn’t a comfort thing. Or more accurately, my comforts don’t need to sleep...
Good miles or junk miles? Sure there was a time when I wouldn’t run less than 12 km at a time. That’s a memory I can’t do now. The thing is, these 5 mile runs in the morning are working for me. They are short enough to recover from before the next...
If I thought about it, getting ready to run this morning would have been a grind. But as I stepped out the door, something strong surged in me. On the ups on the way home it surged again and again. I got home to the news of the Boston marathon blast. The fun went out...
As I go out now to get more miles in my legs, my mind turns to the Big Day. The good thing is that the agony comes later in the run. I’ll start happy. Let the hanging-in creep up, take over the closer to the end the better. After Polly Shorrts is okay....
“As one would expect in an atmosphere charge with common suffering and endeavour, there is a lot of spontaneous, unconscious humour of the type that the written record cannot adequately capture. One pictures the exhausted 1935 athlete lying on the roadside on...
