Monthly Archives: September 2015
Welcome to Taper Town
What is a taper? Well, it’s a thin candle. Or a feeble source of light. Or a person who edits magnetic tape. None of which are particularly relevant to marathon training. But, putting nouns aside, the verb ‘to taper’ refers … Continue reading
The Redcar Half Marathon
There are many things that can drive an athlete. Things that push him to his absolute limits to make him give it everything he’s got. It can be pride, glory and a yearning for self-fulfilment. In my case this past … Continue reading
A Legend in My Own Lunchtime
I returned to work recently after a prolonged period of absence to find that something rather wonderful had happened. No, the building and its entire contents hadn’t burnt to the ground (any colleagues or senior management who may be reading … Continue reading
The Scottish Half Marathon – Day 2
I awoke in the Travelodge having slept well – just like Lenny Henry promised. Wait, he’s Premier Inn isn’t he? Pfft, he should try a Travelodge for a change. Although I’m fairly certain the contractual obligations that came with the … Continue reading
The Scottish Half Marathon – Day 1
The day began on a sad note – as I partook in the dawn ritual of releasing our pet chickens into the garden I found that one had flown to that big coop in the sky. Yes, Princess Layer (see what … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Morons
Mercifully, this week saw me complete my last ridiculously long training run ahead of the upcoming Yorkshire Marathon. It consisted of 20.2 miles, weaving through Middlesbrough’s various outlying habitats – some of which can be a touch on the scary … Continue reading
The Great North Run 2015
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s a moderately decent runner in an ill-fitting Superman costume! That’s right: for the first time since I took up this running nonsense, the urge to dress up for a big … Continue reading
Untold toilet truths about the Great North Run
The Great North Run is unlike any other race I’ve been part of. Although I do take slight issue with the popularised depiction of it being a 13.1-mile conga line. Anyone who has arrived on the start line, as I … Continue reading
The Tees Pride 10k
It’s nice having a 10k race right on the doorstep. Well, relatively speaking. It’s actually 3.26 miles from my doorstep as the crow flies. I’ve just measured it. Alas, not with an actual measuring crow (although that would have been … Continue reading
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