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…

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…

Guess my time, win a thing

As I mentioned in my last post, this Sunday I’ll be throwing my legs at the Perkins Great Eastern Run in Peterborough. To take my mind off all the sweating and grunting, I thought it’d be fun to let you lot have a go at predicting my finish time. Here’s some info to help you…

Well, that’s just typical…

  I found myself with a couple of hours to spare, and it had been ages since I’d last had a proper long slow run. This was going to be lovely. The only problem was, as this was an impromptu run, I only had a ramshackle assortment of odds and ends in the way of…

Stuff coming up…

     Hello. It’s been a while since we’ve talked about races, hasn’t it? This is mainly due to the fact that I haven’t done any races since back when people were running around in furry pants punching sabretooth tigers in the face. Last year was a bit of a poor show for me and races.…

Breakfast: The most important run of the day

I live in a fairly dull place when it comes to finding somewhere to run. When I step out of my front door, the nearby options range from “some pavements near houses” to “some pavements near an industrial estate” with a dash of “nondescript field” thrown in for when I’m feeling adventurous. I always feel…

The M word

Running sort of took me by surprise, like the proverbial machete-wielding koala in the sock drawer1. I never really set out to be a runner; running was never on my radar, and to be honest part of me didn’t quite believe that runners even really existed. In the bookcase of my mind, they occupied the…