And I miss youLike the deserts miss the rainAnd I miss youLike the deserts miss the rain ‘Missing’Everything But The Girl Quite a number of news reports about the weather these days will include some statement along the lines of ‘this is the hottest Summer on record’ or something similar. The more worrying aspect of … More Parched
The run-up to next week’s attempt at a sub-20 5k will be overshadowed by the football and the weather. And no doubt, other things. Events, as British Prime Minister Harold Macmillan was supposed to have said. Once the hamstring was tweaked, the all-critical interval speed work came to an abrupt halt, and since then, following … More Small mercies
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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