I found myself thinking when out for a run the other day that it was quite strange that, with all the extra trail I’ve been on recently, I haven’t fallen over. Stacking it is surely as much a part of running trails as getting muddy and wet is and yet, as of that exact moment… Continue reading Stacked It
I last visited the Chiltern Hills, and Ivinghoe Beacon, in warmer, drier times. My trail shoes got dusty from the chalk escarpments, but they weren’t muddy. My legs were sore from the climbs, but my glutes weren’t barking for working so hard to keep me upright on the slip ‘n slide sections. The Chilterns is… Continue reading A Run, In Words: 12 Miles in the Chilterns.
I start the route in a free car park off the road near the Gunwald Lake side of Nene Park. The Milton Ferry Bridge leads me across the river towards Ferry Meadows; the regular stomping grounds for runners, walkers, and plenty of dogs to boot. The bridge is handsome; a Grade II listed structure made… Continue reading A Run, in Words: Ferry Bridge to Water Newton.
Autumn has kicked into gear in typical British fashion by being completely inconsistent, with the temperatures celebrating the dusky season by kicking themselves up a notch. This is no reason to complain, it is a reason to pursue one of my simpler seasonal goals: to explore some new run routes, ideally involving some hills. Last… Continue reading Ivinghoe Beacon
I wanted to put in some long easy miles yesterday but it was hellishly windy. A bit of wind is nice. It keeps the air moving around the body, cooling you, drying the sweat a little. A lot of wind is terrible. A stiff headwind can make any pace feel gruelling, and can turn an… Continue reading Gimme Shelter
I want this training journal to be more of, well, a journal. Which is to say I want it to be more immediate, more reflective, and more...more. That means an increased frequency of shorter posts which look back on a day of training, or even just on my running life beyond the day-in-day out of… Continue reading Beautiful Places
There is something wrong with my foot, there’s not really any doubt about that. When I wake up in the morning and stumble down the steps it feels like running is the last thing that I should be doing, and even walking around is a bit of a messy, uncomfortable affair. Except, it tends to… Continue reading Just a tad of adventure.