Run for your Life

My physio (aka The Magician) has told me to rest, the implication being no more running until my offending Achilles tendon is completely ...

.....for I've been and gone and done it - again.  Friday was such a beautiful morning, dawning crisp and clear, I couldn't resist ...

A rare glance at my biorhythm chart today told me I've been on this planet for an astounding 30,280 days. It prompted me to work out ...

Easter didn't really begin until the day of resurrection. On Maundy Thursday I'd been prescribed yet another nasty concoction of a...

From one day to another I never know what to wear, but usually opting for as little as possible.  On Wednesday we'd beautiful warm sun...

My weekly mileages always tended to be higher in the longer hours of daylight, tailing off a wee bit in winter. But over the last six mont...

It must be a couple of years back when my wonderful partner and I came to an agreement that from thenceforth we were never going to race a...

For the past few months I've been racing the sun up Castle Hill, on each occasion getting to the top before the sun peeped over the e...

Porridge with sultanas, milk and a splash of golden syrup, then toast with butter and marmalade, and a jug of coffee finally got me out of...

The temperature in my wee cottage plummeted during the night. I got up too early. The central heating hadn't fired up. Radiators were ...

      There are times when I feel so good, I could run forever. Well, the mind does, the body usually has other ideas. Last week mind and ...