Lliswerry 8 (Race 26)

First thought: pause garmin. Once the garmin was safely paused, second thought: argh but I really need to run tonight! Collapsed in a twisted heap, Gemma shone her headtorch down on me and picked mine up from where it had flung from my head in the fall. “Are you okay?” Trying desperately not to be […]

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The Grand Finale…

“Since my name is in the ballot, we’ll have an unbiased person draw the names. Kath, would you do the honours?” Life President Syd announced as we prepared for the much anticipated draw for the two club places for London Marathon. An exciting part of the Annual General Meeting, with those in attendance waiting to hear who’d […]

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Wentwood Woodlark (Race 16)

That first “proper” run in the woods will stay etched in my mind forever. It was the pivotal moment when running changed for me. With no time constraints and no predetermined idea of where or how far I was going, I became Forrest Gump in Wentwood Forest, and just kept running. For the first time running […]

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Forest Mile (Race 17)

Have you ever raced a mile? That’s got to be easy, you might think. So short. After running half and full marathons, with mile upon mile upon mile, often hilly, boggy, muddy, miles, what’s so challenging about running five thousand, two hundred and eighty feet? Or if you’re like me and prefer metric, one thousand six hundred […]

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