Monday Photos 2021 #11 – “Dad win”

My latest foray in an area I know nothing about was to attempt to dismantle, repair and reassemble my 14yo Kärcher pressure washer. It was bound to end in tears, but would they be of frustration or satisfaction?

Running the London Marathon for…

First in a series of posts showcasing the great work The Children’s Society does through words of real people. Today: Molly’s Story and #YoungCarers. I am running the #LondonMarathon to fundraise for them, details inside!

Monday Photos 2021 #05

It was another week of good running, managing 40-ish miles with hill pyramids, trail LR in the dark (don’t try this at home!) and rounding it off with a Date Run – and the first bbq of the year! The date run was a 7.5 mi / 12km loop we hadn’t tried before, setting off…

London Marathon for the Children’s Society

The 2021 London Marathon isn’t for another 6 months and two weeks, but that doesn’t mean it’s too soon to start building a decent base fitness: gradually upping the mileage, strengthening all the parts of me that I know will hurt the most ¾ into the longer training runs (I’m looking at you hips!) and…

Monday Photos 2021 #04

It took me three weeks since my last LR, but I finally went out again for a lovely run in and about Bradgate Park on Saturday. The mud was especially wet and squashy, and the wind of the kind that builds waves in puddles! My least favourite bit was the sideways hale, but occasionally the…

Monday Photos 2021 #02

Where I turn into a middle-aged hippie and embrace barefoot running. On a #DateRun. Yep!

Date Runs

There was a stage in the first lockdown (although most of Leicestershire has been under some form of lockdown since March, so we don’t really distinguish between them), when restrictions began to lift, yet pubs and restaurants remained closed. In other words, we could ask our babysitter to come round but we had nowhere do…

Run to Ancient Karthea

When I first walked to the ancient city of Karthea in my 20s I felt transported in an Indiana Jones film! 20-odd years later, I run down the same trail.

Not Running

It is Sunday afternoon and I am lying in the new hammock, next to our quiet canal. I can feel the warm sunlight on my skin; there is still a whiff of charcoal and grilled meat in the air. The only sensation close to discomfort is from Philip’s long lockdown hair rubbing on my bare…

What is your measure of success?

What do runners talk about when running? Occasionally about how much better they could be “if only…” but are such thoughts helpful? Are they even valid?

Or are they missing something?