Saturday morning saw me making the hop up the A9 to Newtonmore and the annual 10 mile road race. The course is an out and back from the town out through Kingussie with a lot of the route being on the cycle track which not only gives pretty flat running, but also great views over
Well another year almost done – decided an ultra on the shortest day was in order. The drive down from Glasgow with Stanley was emotional with high winds and surface water threatening every vehicle never mind the scary big high sided trucks. Thankfully, we arrived in Askham safe, if tired. As I lay tucked up
It’s taken a while to write this but recently, other things have been more important but anyway … The idea was not original but simple: · Turn up with 4x 330ml unopened containers with your choice of beer or cider. · Chug one down and run a measured lap (not being allowed to start until
Last weekend should have seen a Mexican Mas Loco reunion / celebration / run – it didn’t happen and the responsibility for that is mine …entirely my own damn fault. Felt pish about it but simply didn’t feel right. Hopefully share a dram with folks another time. But …I also felt that it was important
Of all the places I expected to be last weekend, the Applecross Duathlon wasn’t on the radar until very recently. Long story but Friday afternoon saw the long drive north and thanks to some of the most inconsiderate driving (the polis really should do folks who insist on driving too slow as they do for
A few years ago, I was lucky enough to use the club entry to get a race down at London Marathon. Since then, I have managed to wobble round in a “good for age” i.e. no bad for an auld yin qualifying time. Despite having an entry in for this year, I still hadn’t fully
Well that was emotional … Since getting back to the UK just over a week ago, I have been attempting to write about what words cannot explain. There is a big bag of stories from the experience but with something truly amazing happening almost by the hour (sometimes several times an hour) over the week
Was going to start this report with a tale of illness and despair having not recovered from the Tour de Helvellyn but the reality was I turned up on in Ayr on Boxing Day feeling great and looking forward to a mad dash. Unlike previous years (ice / wind / sandblasting), the weather was perfect
With the Mayan thing being a complete disappointment in terms of an apocalypse …I made my way over the border to the Lake District and the Tour de Helvellyn instead. Reckoned a 38 mile ultra race the day close to the winter solstice would make for a good substitute. Arrived down in Askham (location for
Mibee a mid life crisis or mibee inspired by all the athletic goings on down in London but last night I realised I hadn’t run a half marathon on the road since 2007. I knew the Helensburgh Half was on this morning and a quick check indicated entry on the day. Got down there nice