Another one bites the dust.

It is Sunday March 31st. Nine minutes ago I should have set off at the Bedford Autodrome Half Marathon. Instead, I am sitting in London, post breakfast bagel, with a coffee in hand, wondering what could have been...again. I'm certainly not complaining. Running means a lot to me, but it doesn't pay the bills. So... Continue Reading →

Slowly, but surely…

After two failed attempts to get things moving, this week the tide seems to have turned. On Monday I managed to get round 10km with almost no pain. It's amazing how much you learn about the signals your body is sending through constant activity. I'm now fairly confident in my ability to distinguish between the... Continue Reading →

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