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Quite early on in the run I decided I was a lazy shuffler. I think the epiphany came 750m into my long run when a dandelion root and a barely lifted foot, sent me sprawling head first into a muddy verge. Any further into my run along the Wandle River and I would have...
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It feels as though I’ve done a lot of whingeing over the last 3 months. I’ve gone from chest infection to pulled calves to meniscal tears and it’s beginning to sound like I’m manufacturing my own get out of the London Marathon free card. It was rather convenient then that Craig Carroll contacted me...
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Well I’m still breathing but at Janathon Day 8 I’m finding it harder and harder to blog. Daily jogging is a doddle in a comparison to daily blogging. The pressure to find something worth sharing is building and it doesn’t get easier when I perform the run on the treadmill in the back room...
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I took my nordic poles into work today. I proper ummed and ahhed about it, but in the end I decided the health of my knee might be worth a bit of humiliation through Brixton. When the heavens opened, mid afternoon, I was so grateful, imagining empty streets in which I could gallop along,...
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The treadmill mounted a little skirmish today. It catapulted the little kitten off the end of the track and into the legs of a dining chair and then it did it’s absolute best to send me off in the exact same way. I normally bumble along at 7kph with a zero incline but today...
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A few days away from the hum and drum of life and I’ve already forgotten how to function. This morning’s cycle commute was a case in point, I couldn’t get my brain into gear at all. The moment I left the house and pushed myself down the col de Norbury, pedalling head first into...
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I picked up a pair of hiking sticks yesterday. I had got it into my head that Nordic running – i.e. running with Nordic Walking poles, would be just the ticket for my decrepit knee. They might have helped the knee but they weren’t great for marital harmony. Lynn point blank refused to go...
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We’ve got 8 hours ahead of us stuck in this car. My legs are slowly stiffening but at least I’ve got my Janathon run in already. I was up ridiculously early on my second to last lie in day before the return to work. The sun was streaming through the French doors and for...
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Oh golly, by 11.50 NYE my eyes where rolling backwards in their sockets. I hate that feeling – I blame the homebrew sloe gin, feckin potent stuff. At 12:10 I got the feeling it was time to exploit the anaesthetic effect of New Years Eve and pulled on the running toggs. Lynn and I...
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I started my last long run in the barrel of an MRI machine and finished it 9.2 k later skipping up the steps of the local Morrisons where my lady was waiting. I felt on form and on top of the world. Somewhere between then and now my running world took a big knock....
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