Monday Photographs #22, #23 & #24

I’ve been away again through a combination of leave and family visits, so here’s a catch up post: Autumn is well and truly here, but that hasn’t affected our running. Wk#22 – speed reps in the rain Across the river from where we live there is this narrow lane leading to some alotments via a…

Monday Photograph #21

The dreaded lurgy might have scuppered my plans to run the John Frazer 10 on Sunday, but fortunately we weren’t a runner-less family all weekend: Man-flu is on the way out, you’ll be pleased to hear, and I went out for what must count as my first autumn run: heavy skies, rain, and fading light.

Monday Photograph #8

The photo of the week that was… …this week two for the price of one! This week started with a trail run in the Peak District with Kyriakos on Bank Holiday Monday, and ended with a bike ride in the same part of the world with David yesterday! Amazingly the weather was perfect on both…

Characters #1

At the last two years of primary school, we had a teacher who used to walk and sometimes even – imagine! – run to our school with ankle weights on. Naturally, we all thought he was a bit weird. To make matters worse, on the days he walked rather than run, he would often do…

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…

Hiems ante portas!

I took my hoodie off to warm up for Saturday’s Parkrun, and 200m later rushed back to the car to put it back on – where it stayed till just before the start! On Sunday I got caught out by the changing clocks and the much earlier evening, and had to tweak my long run…

A bad run

It was always going to be a bad run last night. I was home a bit later from work, so by the time we had gone for our family walk and I was setting off for my run, Philip was close to his bedtime: I would be back after he was asleep. I didn’t like…

The spice of life

I am always happier after a run, but there were two (otherwise unremarkable) occasions this month that left me particularly euphoric. One was a cheeky run by the Seine when I had popped to my parents to collect Dash and the other a run to the opposite direction of the Grand Union Canal to which…

Summer Solstice

The weather of late has been more conductive to sipping wine or (in my case) gulping beer by the bbq than sweating it out on the trails, and that has begun to show not only on the suspicion of a tan, but unfortunately also on my scales and the Strava fitness metric I’m beginning to…