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lessons from marathon des sables

Three lessons from Marathon des Sables 33 day one

It’s all kicking off in Morocco right now. Today is day two of the Marathon des Sables 2018, and I’ve been glued to social media following the 977 nutjobs competing in the event. It’s making it hard to concentrate on my training this week (and it’s a big week – see below), knowing that in a year I will be…

12 batshit crazy runs for 2018

I’m starting to question my sanity. It was probably the excitement of quitting my job; as the last issue of the magazine I’d been working on for the past eight years went to press before Christmas, I went on a spending spree, entering June’s three day, 186 mile Marathon des Cote and September’s Mt Snowdon Ultra 100. ‘Bat shit crazy’…

Stuff I learned running 66 miles

Watch where you poo… & other stuff I learned running 66 miles

The other weekend I ran my first official ultra marathon, around the Isle of Wight, just off the south coast of England. It took me about 19 hours to complete one 66 mile circuit of the island’s beautiful coastal path. That’s a lot longer than I’d hoped for, mainly because of the extra time it took at rest stops to…

How much wine should I drink before I run?

What’s happened to me? I’m visiting a vineyard tomorrow, to write about an exciting business that’s helping to drive the explosive growth of English wine for the day job. And it’s bound to involve a tasting. And someone else is driving. Hurrah! Or so you’d think. Once upon a time, I’d be whooping along with you, my only concern how…

Is this the prettiest 10 miler in England?

I love bluebells. I take a detour most days on the way to work at this time of year just so I can see them. This morning, I found myself in the woods breathing in their scent when I should’ve been at work. Let’s be clear: I’m not one of those shivering perverts you sometimes read about hanging around at…

Five reasons why the last week before a marathon is CRAP

Well, this is crap. It’s now less than a week until the Brighton Marathon, the first of I don’t know how many 26.2 milers I’ll be doing to prepare for the Marathon des Sables 2018, and I’m in a right grump. Here’s five reasons why: I can’t go for a proper run The weather’s perfect, I feel great and I’m…

Five weeks to go: Is a four hour marathon a complete fantasy?

I think it might be time rein in my expectations for the big day in five weeks. I’ve been hoping to get past the finish line in four hours or less, and as my pace has gradually increased over the past few months, doing so has seemed less and less like a complete fantasy. Now I’m not so sure. A…

Fifty per cent cholesterol spike: Time to quit my low carb diet?

D’oh! My blood cholesterol level has soared by 50% in the past year. It came as a bit of a shock when I discovered this a few weeks ago. But I know what’s to blame: it’s the Homeric amounts of pork scratchings (and bacon, butter, ham, cheese, etc) I’ve been putting away as part of my low carb diet. I…

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?…

The first 300 miles: hypos, hope and scavenging Snickers

I’m not proud of myself. Seven miles into a recent 12 miler across the South Downs, I came across an unopened Snickers bar in the mud, picked it up, stashed it in my bumbag (not proud of that either, but being a diabetic runner makes one necessary) and went on my way. I was getting desperate. Hypoglycaemia has snapped at…