What to Eat Before a Run: Simple UK Fuel That Actually Works
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 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…
Let me set the scene. It’s 6:47am. It’s raining – obviously it’s raining, this is Britain. Your alarm went off at 5am, you ignored it until 5:43, and now you’re…
Wondering how to start running? You’re not alone – thousands of Brits lace up their trainers each year. Running is accessible to almost everyone and can transform your health. The…
Right. You’ve signed up. You’ve ironed your vest (nobody irons their vest, but stay with me), you’ve done a nervous wee, and you’re stood outside a leisure centre at 6:45am…
You crossed the finish line. You cried a bit (no judgement). Someone wrapped a foil blanket around you like a sad, sweaty baked potato. You got the medal, the photo,…
Let’s talk about marathon training confidence. Or more accurately, the slow crumbling of it somewhere around week 9 when your Sunday Long Run feels like a hostage situation and your…
I used to measure runs in agony: black toenails, 5am alarms, soggy trainers and all that jazz. For example, the NHS Couch to 5K plan has you alternating run/walks at…
It’s officially Day 1000 of the British winter (not really, but it sure feels like it). Dawn leaks rain, our trainers are soggy before warm-up, and the internal debate over…
It was 8:47 on a Saturday morning. My trainers were damp before I’d even started. A child, who looked as though he’d been awake for approximately eleven minutes and had…
There’s a special kind of heartbreak that comes from paying £3 for a tiny sachet of beige sludge, squeezing it into your mouth at mile 14, and realising it tastes…
I’ve never been an elite runner. I’m a club runner who started for health reasons, got hooked on improvement, and somehow developed a full-blown running data obsession. One glance at…