After five years of living in London, I am escaping to Edinburgh in July. Escape is the apt verb. I imagine I’ve run around 10,000 miles in just about every London borough. This is what I have learned. The perception of danger is greater than the reality And this makes me sad. Rarely have I felt…
Tag: parkrun
The greedy runner
I have been greedy. Not food greedy. Although that isn’t strictly true. I blame my wife; she didn’t need to make a cake today. I mean running greedy. Time greedy. Seven days of running before today had featured, by day and in order: a nine mile cross country race; 16 miles at a fair pace;…
The enduring frustration of running…
The enduring frustration of running? Its unpredictability. Some days you feel good and run bad; some days you feel bad and run good; some days you feel bad and run bad. And – on magical, rare days – you feel good and run good. I had a felt-good-ran-bad day yesterday. It was a parkrun, only…
Not a PB
It’s now three weeks since London. I still haven’t recovered from the effort of that marathon. Not even close. I attempted to kid myself that I had – by taking part in my local 5k park run in Brockwell Park today. The race mirrored my post-marathon return to running: slow, stuttering and a little erratic. After…
Crystal Palace
I won a race at Crystal Palace, the national sports centre, the home of British athletics. Alas, it wasn’t this Crystal Palace… … but this one – Crystal Palace Park. The event – the weekly Saturday morning 5k race that is run over two laps. These park runs are a brand; dozens take place around…
Heights of Madness 