Week Two of the Programme has drawn to a close. Or finished. I could have just said finished, I suppose. But I went with the idiomatic turn of phrase. Hemingway would have tut-tutted at that. Indeed, he would have tut-tutted at ‘at that’ too, come to think of it. Extraneous material. He’ll probably come back … More Glimmers…
I suspect for most of us, we all have our visual markers for the birth of Spring. I am always on the lookout for the first Lesser Celandine, the first Primrose, the first Wood Anemone. But the biggest show-off and harbinger of Spring (you can’t write a piece like this and not use the word … More A black and white Spring tale
My finagling of running data continues. Last week’s post-run description of the event as a ‘tempo run’ was excusable, but this week’s ‘progressive tempo run’ was rather shameless. To quote the great Roy Keane: fail to prepare, prepare to fail’. I did, I suppose, speed up throughout the event on Tuesday evening, managing 5k in … More That time of year
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