An inauspicious start

I raced for the first time yesterday for my new club, Herne Hill Harriers. The race was the Will Bolton memorial cross-country relay, held at Sparrow’s Den playing fields, not far from Hayes. Having no idea of where Sparrow’s Den was until a few days ago, I had Googled the name. The top hit was…

Injured no more

Four days off running, a 15-mile run on the fifth day, no problem with the hip: I’m declaring myself fit. Hence the reward: chocolate Hobnobs, the king of biscuits. A 15-mile run at a little over seven-minute mile pace burns 1,664 calories, apparently. I find that figure hard to believe, but by that reckoning a…

The dreaded ‘i’ word

The dreaded ‘i’ word: injured. It happened on Sunday after a steady 12-mile run. Post-run I had stopped for half an hour to talk, eat breakfast. As I began the jog home, I felt a sharp pain in my left hip, a place previously untouched by injury in my previous 29-and-a-bit years. It felt better yesterday,…

Training for the Ben Nevis race…

… in central London. Not easy, not easy at all. Still, I’m trying to do the best I can with what is at my disposal. The absence of hills of any great height or length – you would have thought there could be at least one Munro, even a rubbish one, in London – means I…