Tempintervals

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been playing around with intervals, but my stunted little legs aren’t really built for proper speed, and I always get a bit confused when I see interval sessions written down (“3×400:34×900 divided by infinity:chicken”). So I just decided to adopt a slightly slower/longer approach, and I’ve found myself…

My Left Foot

The other day I decided to have a quick interval session on the treadmill at work. Well, it was more of a fartlek really, because I kept forgetting to keep an eye on the distance, so just bumped the speed up and down whenever I damn well felt like it. That attitude pretty much sums…

Less fart, more heart

It’s been a little while since we talked training tips hasn’t it? I guess the main reason for this is that I don’t usually have anything worthwhile to share, beyond “Running’s nice isn’t it? We should all run about for a bit. Maybe sometimes we could run faster or further, but not get injured and…

B2P Q&A: Liz Goodchild (aka Runnerstood)

“I did not take drugs before I wrote this, I promise.” Liz Goodchild (shortly before talking about perpetual kittens and how running is like cheese) “Running will open up a whole different world for you, and you’ll become a better person” Also Liz. ; Jay on Liz I’ve never really rubbed shoulders with celebrities before*,…

B2P Q&A: Jen Jahn (aka 2itchyfeet)

“Billy Joel, Pizza, definitely no octopodes” Jen Jahn (may not be a direct quote)    Jay on Jen There are many reasons why Jen is great, but the thing that keeps me coming back to her blog time and time again is her peculiar love/hate relationship with running. It’s fair to say that there are…

Mr Motivator

A chat today with my little buddy Becky (@beckdilley) made me realise that there’s a gap in the market just dying to be filled. Runners are often faced with hurdles* that threaten to keep us from our favourite pastime, or at least hinder it in some way, but there’s usually something out there that can…

Angst in my pants

Foreword: I was struggling to think up a snappy title for this post, but in the end settled on a tenuous pun. I’d like to start off by assuring you, shiny reader, that what you’re about to read has nothing whatsoever to do with my pants. Right, now that we’ve cleared that up, on with the…