It’s a bit unfair of me to criticise the London Marathon, especially in light of the fact that I have not run it. I will not be running in 2014 either. This magazine dropped through the letterbox on Thursday. For the fourth year in a row. Once again, I am a reject. In light of recent news, I could not have run anyway and would have had to have defer until 2015. Yes, ok, why should I have had a place if I was just going to defer anyway? But at least I could look… View Post
On Thursday, my boyfriend said “Right, I have made an executive decision, I need a good run so I am definitely going to parkrun on Saturday”. On Friday, my boyfriend said “I might go to parkrun tomorrow”. This morning I said “are you going to parkrun?” My boyfriend said, “naaaaaaaaah”. The moral of the story? Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Or you’ll never go for your run. Or train for that marathon.
2013 saw thousands of duathletes descend upon Richmond Park to take part in the 2013 edition of the London Duathlon – a run, cycle, run, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the concept. The lovely people at Limelight Sports offered me a spot and I was looking forward to taking part, alas developments of recent months meant that I had to put the idea to bed. Instead, I decided to go and watch Jog Blog take part in the super sprint discipline, which was the distance I had originally decided to go for.… View Post
Thanks to those of you who entered the competition to win a three month supply of contact lenses from Lens Store. Using my trusty friend, The Random Number Generator, I can announce that number 2, Lucy Jiwa is the lucky winner! Lucy says: If the sun keeps on shining then contact lenses are great so that I can run wearing my sunglasses. (That’ll make the summer come to a sudden end!) Although I think it’s fair to say that summer has already ended. Congratulations, Lucy, I’ll be in touch!
Let’s get a few things straight. I hate swimming. I loathe it. I like the idea of being a good swimmer, in theory. I like the idea of getting up at 6.00am in the morning and effortlessly powering out 50 laps, before putting my hair into an effortless chignon without my waterproof mascara even smudging. In this dream, I also appear to be 5’10 with glossy straight hair and perfect teeth. However, the reality is that I hate swimming. I hate chlorine. I hate people splashing. I hate the idea of swimming in lanes and… View Post