Category: Training

Running and illness: Five things NOT to do

Six weeks to go until the Brighton Marathon and the lurgy has struck. I’d got through the winter pretty much without a sniffle, and then, WHAM! I’m oozing ectoplasm and wheezing like an asthmatic sex pest. I suppose I had it coming, even with all the veggies and ‘immune boosting’ supplements. No one really gets through the cold & flu…

Seven weeks to go: Handstands and hill training

I’m not known for my grace or agility. So when my brother heard I’ve started doing gymnastics, he howled with laughter and said he’d pay good money to see me falling off a pummel horse in a leotard. If he saw what I’ve really been doing – groaning against a wall, upside down with my midriff exposed as I attempt…

Eight weeks to go: This isn’t a sprint, it’s an ultra marathon¬†

It turns out I’m not the only one who’s ever wondered if it’s possible to comfortably run a marathon. At the weekend, a runner got in a touch after Googling that same question (see her comment at the bottom of last week’s post). I’m just sorry I couldn’t give her a concrete answer. But it got me thinking. If comfort…

Nine weeks to go: Can a marathon ever be comfortable?

Is it ever possible to comfortably run a marathon? Bear with me; it’s a serious question. See, on 17 April I’m taking on the Brighton Marathon, my first 26.2 miler in preparation for the Marathon des Sables 2018. And I’m making it my mission to enjoy every last step with a minimum of aches and pains. I’m convinced it’s possible.…

Why all runners are really stoners at heart

A lot of dope gets smoked on Brighton Seafront. In fact, I rather enjoy the fragrant clouds that drift from the occasional beachfront shelter or parked car as I run past; they mingle rather pleasantly with all the other seaside smells. And it’s not like I’m inhaling. A deep breath through the nose as I pass doesn’t count, does it?…

Kids and running: Five ways to squeeze exercise around parenthood

Kids devour time. So does running. And by the time I’m ready for the MdS 2018, I’ll be running more than 100 miles a week. That’s at least 15 hours a week running. Squeezing that in around parenthood will be a tall order, if I’m to avoid the sprogs forgetting who I am and the Mrs filing for divorce. How…

#MySundayPhoto

   Why the hell are they called the South Downs anyway? It was as my lungs were bursting on today’s run (definitely more ups than downs) that I remembered reading somewhere or other that ‘downs’ meant chalk uplands in ancient English. For some reason our modern ancestors borrowed it when they were looking for a snappier way of saying ‘descending.’…

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Whoever said the sea’s at its warmest at this time of the year because it’s had all summer to heat up is either a liar or a fool. Or maybe I’m the fool for believing them. The English Channel was fricking freezing this morning when the blue skies and sunshine lured me in. Still, I persevered. Actually, after a few…

Runners tummy: How NOT to sh*t yourself

The teenagers clearly think my running style is hilarious. I’m pushing my baby son in his buggy at speed with clenched buttocks. I’m groaning. They’ve no idea how hilarious things are about to get. I’m going to sh*t myself. I have no pants on (they chafe) and my baggy shorts won’t be enough to stop my shame from splattering across…

#MySundayPhoto

Kids are time Hoovers. What used to be done in a jiffy, now seems to take an eternity (that’s my excuse for the lack of posts recently). Now my miles are steadily increasing, the wife’s getting annoyed with me dumping the kids on her as I lace up my trainers and head out the door. So I’ve started taking Sprog…