Picture the scene. It’s 6:15am. You’re standing on a rain-soaked towpath in a club vest that wasn’t quite warm enough, trying to remember whether tonight’s session is supposed to be…
It’s mile 18. You were absolutely flying at mile 8. You high-fived a stranger. You mentally rewrote your Strava caption. Then somewhere around the half-way timing mat, your legs filed…
It’s 5:30am on race morning. The alarm has gone off. It’s doing that thing where it’s not quite raining but the sky is doing its best impression of a wet…
It’s 6:47am. It’s raining. Not dramatically raining. Just that thin, grey, relentless British drizzle that gets into your soul faster than it gets into your waterproof. Your alarm went off…
You’ve downloaded the app. You’ve told three people you’re “doing Couch to 5K now.” Your trainers are suspiciously white. Week one, day one – you head out the door feeling…
Right. So there you are, post-Parkrun, half a banana in hand, listening to that one bloke in the club who just ran a 38-minute 10K explain his entire training philosophy….
Mile 20. The crowd is thinning. Your legs feel like they’ve been replaced with two damp sandbags. And somewhere deep in your gut, a civil war is breaking out between…
It’s 8:47am on a Saturday. Your trainers are already damp. You’re standing at the start line with 400 other people in high-vis, all pretending they’re not about to race each…
It’s two weeks before your marathon. You’ve done the big miles. You’ve earned the Sunday long runs, the 5am rain alarms, the black toenails, the chafing in places you’d rather…
Picture this. You’ve done the long runs. You’ve suffered through track intervals in horizontal rain wearing three-year-old trainers. You’ve set your alarm for 5am on a Sunday, peeled yourself out…
It’s 5:47am. The alarm went off twelve minutes ago. It’s raining – obviously it’s raining, this is Britain. You’ve got a 10-miler planned along the towpath and one very pressing…
It’s 5:47am. The alarm goes off. It’s raining – obviously it’s raining, this is Britain. You haul yourself out of bed, lace up your trainers, and somewhere between the front…