"I was born in sixty-seven, the year of Sergeant Pepper, And Are You Experienced..." (© Porcupine Tree). I've decided to do an Iron Man race before I turn fifty. Not so much a rage against the dying of the light, as being slightly miffed at the brevity of the sunset. That, and I've noticed I'm holding jars at arm's length in order to read the labels.
So the last post made some cheesy references to how I plan to tackle the 50k race in the woods. Well, this weekend, as training continues, I made sure to ignore my plan and over-do things. Looking at the training plan I have picked (a ‘beginner’s 50k’ plan) I can sense I will struggle to … More The good, the bad. And the ugly…
She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again I said I appreciate that and would you please explain About the fifty ways… ’50 Ways to Leave Your Lover’ Paul Simon Well, I have found this year’s challenge. I … More 50 Ways (to eat an elephant)
Tender woman mourns a man Sits in silent sorrow with a bottle in her hand Tell me all you need to tell Why is it you whisper when you really need to yell ‘Wisely and Slow’ The Staves Well the next few months is starting to take shape. If all goes well, Mark and I … More Wisely and slow
Just in the door from a run in the park. It was one of those evenings. Staring out of the office window, hoping a client would call so I could wrap up some business and get out there. The sun had set before I could grab my shoes and get on the road. I threw … More Betty Blue Sky
Yeah, yeah, I’ve used that click bait before. And rather than labour the gag which isn’t that funny really, I’ll spill the beans now, just as I did when I finished my 27th parkrun yesterday. As I sucked air into my lungs between the finish chute and tally scanner, I said to the guy in … More The secret to getting fast times
At the last minute, Pilates was cancelled. It’s a small group of about a half dozen souls who try and meet up each Monday evening. Cathy is the instructor, and knows her stuff. We, on the other hand, are all blokes who run, but apparently couldn’t find our core with a coal shovel. Or any … More Keep yer planks straight and yer Russians twisty…
The evenings are closing in, and I suspect Keats never spent much time hanging around the Emerald Isle because his season of mists and mellow fruitfulness seems to have passed us by. Instead, it’s more likely that we get the tail-end of Caribbean hurricanes, mixed with the heady blend of burning coal and the residue from the … More Tippin’ away
…but that doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy getting the odd T shirt, hoodie top or medal. They ran out of medals at Hardman, so mine was sent along by post. If I was to crack a joke here, I would say that the speediness of the arrival of said medal was commensurate with the athlete … More Bling don’t mean a thing…
Woah, all I want is on the road again Just can’t wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin’ music with my friends And I can’t wait to get on the road again ‘On the road again’ Willie Nelson So I was having a mild case of the ‘what ifs’ … More On the road again
There will not be a family out there untouched by suicide. I am not going to write about any of my own experiences but I would like to share a post of a blogger whose work I read regularly and admire. Delve into the work of Lone Swimmer, and read his honest and powerful post … More World Suicide Prevention Day
