8 days a week

IN WHICH THE TRAINING PROGRAMME GRINDS EVER ONWARDS AND WE STRUGGLE MANFULLY TO HIT OUR TARGETS, WHICH WE DO, MORE OR LESS. SORT OF. MOSTLY. IT’S A RUN OF TWO HALVES… Why did I pick a running programme with so much running? I suppose the simple answer is fear. Fear and pride… well, fear, pride … More 8 days a week

Colours!

IN WHICH WE HAVE A TOUGH FEW DAYS AT THE OFFICE, TAKE AN ENFORCED RUNNING HIATUS, AND SURVIVE THE NATIONAL FESTIVAL RELATIVELY UNSCATHED Every two years, fire personnel have to undertake Breathing Apparatus refresher courses. For us, it’s a three day course, and it’s fairly full on. Essentially, if you can’t pass this course, you can’t … More Colours!

Back in the saddle

IN WHICH WE GET SOME EXERCISE THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE RUNNING, RUN OUT OF WOOD AT JUST ABOUT THE RIGHT TIME, AND HAVE A TIMELY REMINDER ABOUT THE LAMENTABLE LEVELS OF SAFETY FOR CYCLISTS ON THE ROAD… AND MAKE YET ANOTHER IMPULSIVE PURCHASE I treated our wood-burning stove to some TLC yesterday. I took the doors … More Back in the saddle

Strange days

Nobody told me there’d be days like these Nobody told me there’d be days like these Nobody told me there’d be days like these Strange days indeed – most peculiar, mama ‘Nobody Told Me’ John Lennon I haven’t really been following a programme for this long distance triathlon. It’s an odd thing how, as the … More Strange days