I run, so you dont have to
Cardiff Half, the weather, the atmosphere, the organisation, it is all incredible. I have been put up by a lovely couple (Gwenno and Dylan), have had a great night sleep, training has gone well, and in the warm up I am feeling light and ready. On the start line, with 27,500 runners behind me, I feel great. 4 miles into the race, we go up a hill. It hurts. I want to quit.
I am in pretty bad shape Monday. I keep moaning at work with the pain in my abs. I get told to shut it or I’ll get sent home, but it happens by itself. You don’t realise how much you need your abs until they hurt.
I’m lining up on the start line like a condemned man, in the warm up I could hardly break a 7min mile. And here I am, expecting to run 10 miles at 5.20 miling with teammate Tom, and then make our move from there.
After a pretty hectic 5 weeks of racing, which included; Berlin Marathon, Abersoch Half Marathon, National Road Relays, Chester Marathon and Manchester Half Marathon, I now have a few weeks […]
My foot is killing me Monday morning, and I am exhausted after massive weekend of racing. Walter Payton has been my hero since I was a little kid. I need to channel some of his positive mental attitude if I am going to have any hope of racing the Manchester Half this weekend…
I often contemplate why it is that the marathon is so compelling, magnetising, for so many people. I think, for me, it is those conversations you are forced to have with yourself in those last 6 miles. Where everything is stripped back to you, and your most authentic voice. Have you really got what it takes? Do you really want it badly enough? Is your ‘why’ strong enough?
