(and write)
When is blogger not a blogger? A runner not a runner? A writer not a writer? I've been soul searching about questions of my 'identity' for the last few weeks. With the positivity I've been encouraged to nurture I've concluded that, as long as I'm returning to any of these, that's enough to still 'be'.... Continue Reading →
T'was quite beautiful
the next person who says 'you shouldn't be running'.....
a Hendrix-esque whirlwind solo....
Whatever you views. About anything. You've got to enjoy a bit of Jonathon Pie. But this will never be a political platform. First post of the year....... TA DAAAAAAAAAA. And whatever your views, these ones from last weekend's running are pretty good. Actually, it's taken me so long to write this post, those images are... Continue Reading →
Oh the witty banter on these sweaty long runs
if you'd like to see how a heel-clicking, cat herding middle aged man skips around.
No, Charlie, I won't show anyone the picture of you wearing Mummy's socks...
my foot, ankle, shin, knee, hip, back, hair hurts
Ultimately it's a run over an arbitrary distance, aiming for an arbitrary time
