A lot of lengths: Swimming the Swoosh

Today I need to swim 200 lengths of a pool. Hang on, you will say, no one needs to swim 200 lengths of a swimming pool. That’s your choice, surely. A mad choice, a crazy choice, but a choice nonetheless. If you are thinking this, then I concede that you may have a point. Yes,…

Devon early morning landscape, photo fields and blue sky over Dartmoor photograph

Up and at ’em – losing an hour hurts

Sunday morning and all across the land, people awoke bleary-eyed and grumbling. Not even Mothers, whose day it was, could bring themselves to be cheered. For they too had lost an hour. A whole hour. For on this Sunday just gone the clocks went forward. British Summer Time has arrived and, with it, we all lost…

Say thank you for parkrun

It was extremely disappointing to read the news this week about the Little Stoke parkrun. For those who haven’t heard, the local parish council has become the first in the world to impose a charge on parkrun organisers to host the weekly – free – timed 5k event. Stoke Gifford Parish Council said it was…

Bitesized: Vicarious running

All sorts of people inspire me in my running. Generally, reading about other people and their running exploits is a great way of getting myself excited about going for a run. Sometimes, however, there are people that inspire even greater admiration, and one of those people is Yvie Johnson from Fierce Mind {Running}. Fierce Mind…

Watch and learn

I have had my running watch for nearly two years now. You would have thought that two years would be long enough to work out how it works. You clearly haven’t met me before. Last week we ran the Delicious Dart. My watch gave me progress updates for the last third of the run in…

Sea anything you like?

Let’s be honest, if you’re writing a blog post about a fancy dress run, then words will only get you so far. It’s the images that count. In honour of this weekend’s Delicious Dart “food festival on the run”, here is a quick run through 15 miles’ worth of photos… By the way, we were…

I wanted to be Steven Seagal

“Okay… you can be Tommy Lee Jones and I’ll be Steven Seagal. I’m not going as the one who pops out of the cake – it’s far too cold for that. Hmm, or I could be Gary Busey.” Mrs Running Buffet gave me a look. You know the one. She enquired – politely- as to…