Brighton is ON
The week up to Brighton Marathon goes just about as smooth as it can possibly go. I have made a few tweaks to my carbo loading since the nightmare of Berlin 2018 …
if I can do it, so can you (maybe)
The week up to Brighton Marathon goes just about as smooth as it can possibly go. I have made a few tweaks to my carbo loading since the nightmare of Berlin 2018 …
You often know in the first mile how the race is going to go, first mile is 5.01, race will go well. We run a few miles up hill, but the wind is on our backs. The road levels out and I find myself picking up stragglers already.
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.
If you want it badly enough, there is always a way. So I set about the daunting task of running 50 miles over the weekend.
Going about my business these past few weeks, I have been receiving random congratulations from people who saw me win Snowdonia Marathon on telly. Each time I grow an inch. My favourite 2 occasions here…
I have struggled my whole adult life with what it means to be a man. I get so confused about my role. I want to be strong and protective over my wife and family, but I would never consider myself a chauvinist. I cannot hunt and fight the way men did for a hundred thousand years, yet I still get testosterone fueled urges to do similar stuff. I have stupid notions about how crying, or expressing emotion, is ‘unmanly’ and frowned upon. Yet I want to be caring and empathetic and emotionally engaged with my family and friends.