I tried to come up with a clever title for this post, but it’s basically the one where I saw a bird and a rabbit and it looked like they were mates.

 Now, I’m fairly certain that I didn’t imagine this. Twice now, when I’ve been out for a run through an industrial estate in my home town, I’ve witnessed the same thing. I’ve been plodding along, lost in the raw natural beauty of a dozen identical distribution centres, when I’ve seen a rabbit. Nothing unusual there.…

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…

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…

Chased by Giants

   Okay, that title is probably a bit misleading. For starters, there was only one giant. Secondly, it wasn’t actually a giant. And if we’re being totally honest, I wasn’t really being chased. The word “by” is spot on though. Can’t fault that. Tell you what, I’ll start again…   By That’s better. This is a…

Splash!

     So, I’m staging a bit of a comeback and trying to get my running back on track after experiencing a few months of laziness and lethargy (and cheese. ALL of the cheese), and recently went out on my first proper Long Slow Run for quite some time. It was nothing spectacular, just seven-and-a-bit miles…

Getting Away From It All

   Whenever I go away for a few days, whether it’s an idyllic weekend in the countryside, a vibrant city break or a month spent backpacking around Neptune1, I always like to squeeze in a run or two. Ideally, this will be at the beginning of the trip, because there’s no better way of getting…

Making progress

  A couple of months ago, I was fed up with running. Well, I wasn’t really; running is, was and always will be ace. I just wished I was one of those people who could do it without looking like a shaved orang-utan who’s been overdoing the cough medicine. I was getting slower, the runs felt…

Brrrr…

My first run of the week didn’t go quite according to plan, but at least I learned something from it… Chilliness aside, it wasn’t actually a bad run. The terrain mostly consisted of ankle-deep slush-puppy mud covered by thin layers of ice. It was like tap dancing over an icy crème brûlée.