I’m continuing my year of firsts, different races and event, something new for the mojo so a trail race seemed and exciting idea. I’ve been prepared since I purchased some sexy looking Asics trail shoes in the January sales. I… Read More ›
Ladies of a Certain Age Running (LCA)
The running and other adventures of a Lady of a Certain Age (over 40)
Buns of steel – the theory and reality !
A free workshop for runners, hooray I thought, perfect I thought. Actually, a good reason to finally get more value from my expensive gym membership that I probably don’t get worthy use out of being a treadmill-phobe with limited free… Read More ›
Hot and hilly with shops – the new Nottingham 10km
Welcome to the first Nottingham 10km ( sponsored by Asda no less) a series of races held around the UK but not, until now, visiting my splendid home town. I couldn’t resist, I like to think I’ve run the first… Read More ›
I’m becoming a militant runner. Has my tolerance lowered now I’m in my 8th year of running, or have I reached an age where I am the female equivalent of Victor Meldrew? My filters are weakening, get me a slot… Read More ›
The legend of VLM, where did a year go?
The Virgin London Marathon, a crazy British institution more bonkers than any other Abbott major marathon. Can it be a year since I ran it? I had my spot booked on the sofa from 8.30am, coffee and chocolate twists served… Read More ›
Eat, drink, run, repeat …….
Another week of all inclusive heaven or possibly hell for a runner. Even worse (well, actually better) all inclusive with friends, encouraging each other to just one more pina colada or starting ‘cava time’ an hour earlier each day. Another… Read More ›
The thwarted runner
Ever had day when you felt totally thwarted? A day when those dastardly running plans are scuppered by a serious of unfortunate events? Take Friday, the planets were all aligned for a perfect trot out. I was working from home… Read More ›
The urge of which we shall not speak (except I am speaking of it!)
With so many new runners out there this spring, there’s a subject that needs honestly tackling. I’ve spoken of it before in my blog but the newbies who may not have trawled so far back through my running ramblings need… Read More ›
Too full of snot to trot ?
So one minute I’m basking in the Barcelona sunshine sipping cava and the next minute it’s Birmingham airport with a throat feeling like I swallowed a hedgehog and a head feeling like I’m wearing a bucket on it! I blame… Read More ›
Barcelona marathon, watching not running !
So what to do if I’m not running ? Watch running! It must have been my destiny to rock up in Barcelona the day before the marathon. A special treat for the hubster who turned the monumentally ancient big 50,… Read More ›