Monday Photograph #52

As a child I had a fascination with wild places, and in particular forests. Probably a combination of being exposed to them as magical places where adventure took place (I am of the Smurf and Asterix generation after all!) and their relative rarity in Athens where I grew up! One of the very few memories…

Things I’m learning as I run long for longer…

Things I’m learning from my 11 month-long marathon training in 2019: Let’s start from the obvious one that everyone knows but which took me 9 yrs of running to learn:

Monday Photographs #44 & #45

The week that was, was sandwiched between two Long Runs: A 19 mi one (31 km) in the dusk then dark on Monday (owed from the Sunday of the week before) and a 20 mi one (32.2 km) in the mist then sun on the Sunday: They were both hard and absolutely fascinating, each in…

What did 2018 ever do for us?

With no marathons ran in #2018 and only the 1 finisher’s medal, whatever did #2018 do for me? Featuring @Nikerunning @Bennetrun @andypuddicombe @suunto and @Polarglobal and #DehesaDeLaVilla

Monday Photograph #9

The photo of the week that was… …and this time it is three for the price of one, to compensate you for the recent lack of other content:

My first time

Prompted by a phrase in a BBCSport article by Tom Fordyce, my own frank, at times personal and certainly nostalgic look at why my first marathon is unlikely to be replicated; and why I keep trying regardless!

Monday Photograph #3

Today’s photo is from our boys’ road trip to Paris this weekend! Dash has already proved himself an exceptional travel dog, but I was very proud (and relieved!) to discover that his younger human brother also travels well. Here’s to many more miles – and memories – together! Next time we may even take mummy…

The loads we end up loving

One of the most unexpected things about my new run commute routine, is how my relationship with my rucksack has developed: I hated it on the first run, the way it was jumping around uncontrollably, crashing against my back and weighing me down… I could feel its weight even after I had taken it off,…

Running through a maelstrom

My previous post was about the ups and downs that I finally accepted were inherent in training, but was written when I was on a crest: I had recently set a 10k PB after years of start-stop efforts, and I was faced with new exciting challenges in my working life, so I could be philosophical…

Sisyphus and the myth of linear progression

I named this blog “Sisyphus AC” as an expression of my frustration at the up-and-down nature of my training and running performance. You see, the way I see it, we train to get better, faster, leaner, until we reach some optimum state (based on each person’s inherent ability and genetic make-up) and then try to…