Best Running Belt UK: Carry Your Phone, Keys and Dignity Simultaneously
Right. So you’ve got a training plan, a pair of shoes that cost more than your first car, and a brand new phone the size of a small chopping board….
Right. So you’ve got a training plan, a pair of shoes that cost more than your first car, and a brand new phone the size of a small chopping board….
Nobody hands you a rulebook when you lace up your first pair of running shoes. There is no induction day, no laminated card in the box, and absolutely no one…
Let’s be honest. There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing your local parkrun every single Saturday for the rest of your natural life. It’s free, it’s friendly, and the post-run…
So you’ve decided to run a marathon. Brilliant. Genuinely brilliant. You’ve also possibly lost the plot slightly, but that’s fine – we’ve all been there. The good news is that…
It was mile five. A perfectly pleasant Sunday long run, grey skies, a light drizzle (obviously), earphones in, legs ticking over nicely. And then. The rumble. You know the one….
It was a Tuesday evening in November. Cold, dark, drizzling in that particularly British way that isn’t quite rain but still somehow soaks through everything. My kit was laid out….
It was a grey Saturday morning, about eleven minutes after parkrun finished, and I was standing in the finish funnel staring at my results email. Twenty-six minutes and forty-two seconds….
It’s Sunday morning. You had “just a couple” at the club social on Saturday. Your alarm goes off at 7:30am for your long run. The room is slightly questionable. Your…
You’ve done the training. You’ve eaten the pasta. You’ve taped parts of your body you didn’t previously know existed. Your first half marathon is tomorrow, and you’re feeling… fine. Completely…
It was a Thursday morning in June. I was sat in a greasy spoon, halfway through a bacon roll, when my phone buzzed. London Marathon email. I nearly choked. Reader,…
It started, as most mildly questionable decisions do, at parkrun. Someone mentioned they were “following a structured plan on an app” and suddenly their splits were immaculate, their cadence was…
It starts innocently enough. You cross the finish line of some damp autumn marathon, legs gone, dignity mostly intact, and someone at the club mentions you were “close to Good…