Race report: Run Bedford 10k

  This was only the second in the Run Bedford series, with the first 10k event taking place last year and attracting just over 400 runners. This year saw over 750. Now, I’m no mathematician but by my calculations, if it continues to grow at this rate, the 2020 event will see over NINE BILLION runners…

Scrnch!

There’s nothing quite like running in the rain. The combination of the cooling droplets kissing your skin, and the smug knowledge that you’re clearly some sort of level-nine badass. But there’s a downside, and I’m worried that it’s just me. I’ll be out there, running along, oblivious to anything nature can throw at me1. My…

Hot, sticky and full of delusion

  A couple of weeks ago, we had that mini-heatwave in the UK, and I think I’ve mentioned in the past that I really can’t stand hot weather. I think it might have something to do with my penguin ancestry. As soon as the temperature creeps up, so too does my inclination to stab the entire…

Coffee ‘n’ Cones

A couple of weeks ago, I posted my sort-of race report from the Shakespeare Half Marathon in Stratford-upon-Avon. However, I’ve just remembered a couple of odd little musings from the race, and I’m worried that if I don’t get them down on paper, they’ll just bounce around inside my head forever. The coffee. Firstly, the…

Woof!

  Lovely run a couple of weeks ago. It was in the build-up to my half marathon, and previous runs had  been fraught with tired legs and crippling self-doubt. But this steady ten miler really did the trick and gave me the confidence that I might actually be okay. Unfortunately, there was another thing… It was…

Comparison is the… Etc. Etc. 

The other day, I read an excellent piece by Autumn Howard, aka TinyRunner. She’s easily one of my top three running peoples1 and writes one of the few blogs that I follow religiously2. The title of the post was “Comparison is the Thief of Joy” and you can (and should) read the full thing here. Quite…

There’s a car…

I pass it quite often when I’m out running one of my usual routes. Well, I say “pass”, but what I actually do is squeeze through whatever tiny gap they’ve been kind enough to leave for me, because this car is always parked across the footpath. Why do they do this? There could be any…

Freedom (part two)

 In one of my recent posts, we talked about the joys (or not) of freeing oneself from the shackles of technology. This post is the same, but with pants. Or, more accurately, without them. I’ve always worn underwear when I run, because… well… you just do, don’t you? But over the years there have been…