I have been looking after someone’s urti for the past few days. I don’t know to whom he belongs, but it has meant that my activity levels have been lower than I would have liked this week. There have been opportunities for mid-week running, but in the end I opted for a glass of wine.… Read More Running with an Urti
To paraphrase Brendan Behan, I’m not sure if I’m a runner with writing problems or a writer with running problems. When I sit down to compose these running posts, I always try to find a suitable title that will provide a good peg for the story, and one that will hopefully spark some curiosity. Today… Read More Running a Country Cousin
Further to last week’s post (Running Against the Rules), I have received a warning letter from the marathon police threatening to confiscate one of my training shoes for a week. This would have meant training in hopping mode, and I didn’t fancy getting in touch with my inner frog. So, despite the inclement conditions, I… Read More Running Like a Penguin
It is not widely known that we elite athletes have to sign up to a solemn code of practice once we put on our personalised running shoes. These are not personalised in the sense of having our initials embroidered on them (but I daresay this could be an option), rather they match the degree… Read More Running Against the Rules
Oh, my mind was busy today as I trundled along for my weekly “long run”. I was aiming for a Pavarotti. To be more specific, it was a flat Pavarotti. The flat part is self-explanatory – after my struggles with hills (or “positive inclines”) during earlier long runs, I thought I would revisit a fairly… Read More Running and Social Facilitation Theory
Today’s “long run” did not get off to a promising start. It was lovely to see the bright morning sunshine reflecting off the lake as I approached my usual parking place, but there was a strong icy wind that pierced like a stiletto and offered a degree of resistance – so, sharp, but also like… Read More Running and the Electric Brae Phenomenon
Oh, what an apposite moment to announce the arrival of McRunning Man – well into Burns’ Night and no haggis nor wee dram of whisky has passed my lips, and no skean dhu drawn with culinary intent. This new blog post category has been created to record my various trials and tribulations as my training… Read More McRunning Man is Here!