This weekend I ran 20km from Hammersmith, all the way along the Thames to Kew Gardens. It was one of those beautiful days that make you glad to be alive. This time I didn’t have Christos accompanying me all the way. Thanks to his dodgy hip he won’t be running the marathon with me either,
Read moreToday was one of those mornings when you just can’t drag yourself out of bed. I woke up at 6.30am – and with two weeks to go until the big day – looked at my clock and fell straight back to sleep. Ok, this week’s blog may not be marathon related, but at least it’s
Read moreLast weekend I managed my longest run so far all the way to the thriving business district that is Canary Wharf. Suffering under the strain of a persistent injury, yet again my personal trainer had to give up after 25km and catch the tube home, while I carried on going for six more kilometres and
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