IN WHICH WE LEAVE IT VERY LATE IN THE DAY TO TACKLE THE ONE PEAK WE HAVE FAILED TO SUMMIT TO DATE, AND WE ENLIST THE HELP OF SOME VERY ‘SUPER’ FRIENDS TO ASSIST IN THE ENDEAVOUR… Firstly, I should acknowledge straightaway that the 39 steps are in fact 39 seconds. With an average stride … More 39 steps
You figure out after a while that running is mostly in your head. You set goals, and when the little voice tries to stop you, you tell it to shut up. For me, it’s not so much a pain cave as it is a pain patio with a slightly uncomfortable chair…The Prophet Gary I have … More Swinging swords and scoffing sausages…
No point in making a cheesy joke if you can’t labour the point. And just like buses that arrive in pairs after a long delay, I managed a second parkrun this Saturday after a lengthy absence from this wonderful event. And it’s certainly not for any lack of love for parkrun, which has been a … More More park life!
It was time, my friends. After two years of Covid shoes, I needed to get into a decent shop and treat my feet to some love. With all that’s going on in the world right now, it seems somewhat churlish to be splashing out cash on such luxuries. And there’s no way around it; no … More Ash, the shoe whisperer…
Lockdown Part III continues. I have to say, it’s rather losing its lustre, this whole lockdown business. And I say that as someone who can survive this reasonably unscathed. The main reason is that, as a fireman in the retained service, I have effectively been ‘doing lockdown’ for about fifteen years. I’m not fishing for … More Low Winter Sun
This last week has been a busy one with work and a charity event I was involved with. Even though the new Shimano pedals had arrived in the post and I was itching to fit them to the bike, there was no point without the shoes. I had been shopping around on Adverts, and one … More If the shoe fits…
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