Running with hope

I think I often take my love of running for granted. It's so very easy to get caught up in our carefully crafted training plans and whether Asics are better than Brooks, and the merits, or detriments, of barefoot running. This is why, every now and then, I like to pause for a while and reconnect with the basic foundations of my love for running, by writing it down. I was recently included in a writing relay, over on my other blog. The topic was 'hope'. I thought long and hard about what I should write about. Hope is such a powerful word, [...]

By |2019-06-26T18:53:54+01:003 August 2012|

Going the distance

Several months ago, my close friend, Abby, sent me a parcel containing, amongst other things, a copy of her awesome book, a giant bar of American chocolate and a small black picture frame. Within the small, black picture frame were lines of colourful words that comprised a wonderful quote: "Find your purpose and fling your life out to it. Find a way or make one. Try with all your might. Self-made or never made". Those lines of colourful words spoke to me; they sucker-punched me straight in the gut, grabbed my shoulders, shook them hard and screamed WAKE. THE. FUCK. UP. It's like [...]

By |2019-06-26T18:54:37+01:0026 July 2012|

We are Spartans!

I’m not sure what the residents of the leafy, chocolate-box-Surrey village of Nutfield thought last Sunday morning, as their rural community was overrun by swarms of semi-clad men and women, who whooped, hollered and puffed up their chests like wild animals ready to fight to the death. This was no normal Sunday…. This was a Spartan Race Sunday. The Spartan Race, originating from America, is an extreme race that covers 5 kilometres of terrain, combined with a range of challenging obstacles. Before I actually read up on the race details, I imagined the ‘obstacles’ would be similar to an ‘It’s a [...]

By |2016-12-29T13:32:10+01:0024 July 2012|

The foam roller

For those of you who don’t know, a foam roller is basically like a self-massager; it’s a solid cylinder of firm foam and, according to Wikipedia, foam rolling is a "self-myofascial release (SMR) technique that is used by athletes and physical therapists to inhibit overactive muscles. This form of stretching utilizes the concept of autogenic inhibition to improve soft tissue extensibility, thus relaxing the muscle and allowing the activation of the antagonist muscle blah blah blah blah". And breathe. Still with me? Basically, according to me, Liz, foam rolling is a necessary measure to massage my aching and tight muscles [...]

By |2016-12-29T13:32:10+01:005 July 2012|

Hangovers

I'm not a big drinker. I used to be able to knock back half a bottle of wine and feel relatively sober. Nowadays, I drink a small glass or two, and struggle to converse without slurring and saying really stupid things. I also can't handle the next day; I feel tired, sluggish and generally spend most of it vowing to quit drinking alcohol altogether. I think the amount of exercise I do has something to do with it. I don't think my body can tolerate being messed with, it needs all its energy for recovery, not dealing with toxins and [...]

By |2016-12-29T13:32:11+01:002 July 2012|

Race review: The London marathon 2012 – part 3

Continued from parts 1 and 2. Have you ever experienced the sensation, where you feel that your mind has somehow left your body, and you’re looking down on yourself, watching, and wondering, “what the hell is going on here?”. Yes? At mile 15, that’s what happened to me. It wasn’t that I was delirious, in fact, I felt fully cognizant, but I knew that something weird was going on in my brain, almost like I was floating effortlessly on a wave created by the deafening din of the crowds. I took another PowerBar energy gel shot and hoped it was [...]

By |2019-06-26T18:57:39+01:0024 June 2012|

Race review: The London marathon 2012 – part 2

Continued from part 1. At the start line, I met a girl called Vicky. Well, I say “at the start line”, there isn’t an actual start line, unless you’re a celebrity or an elite-runner. Everyone else is allotted a ‘starting pen’. Starting pens are a little like European cattle trucks, only with less cows (although I did see a few people dressed as cows, so it kind of added to the effect of live-animal haulage). Vicky helped to calm my nerves, and as we chatted she told me that she was aiming to ‘just get round’, as I was, and [...]

By |2018-08-02T08:27:45+01:0024 June 2012|

Race review: The London marathon 2012 – part 1

A 5.50am alarm signalled the start of my London Marathon day, rousing me from a sleep in which I dreamt of nothing but horrifying marathon disasters, such as looking down at my feet just as the starting gun was fired, only to realise I was still wearing my slippers, or even worse, arriving at the start line and being told I’d missed the race completely as I’d got my dates mixed up. Let me tell you, I was glad to be awake. After wolfing down a breakfast of wholemeal toast and boiled eggs, I re-checked my bags for the eleventy [...]

By |2016-12-29T13:32:14+01:0024 June 2012|

My London marathon – where it all began

I remember the first time I watched the London Marathon on television. I remember the ice-cold rush that swirled at the bottom of my spine as it slowly crawled towards the nape of my neck, fibre by fibre, spilling into my head with a colliding crash. My eyes scoured over the multi-coloured blanket of motion, an ant-like army of bobbing human heads, an incomprehensible mass of people moving in regimented formation with one shared goal in mind: 26.2 miles. I sat quietly, soaking up the soulful emotion that quietly simmered and weaved its way around the ankles of the runners; [...]

By |2018-08-02T07:21:22+01:0024 June 2012|

Race review: The 2012 Paris half-marathon

Sunday morning arrived all too quickly for my liking, yet I ignored my weariness and desire to turn over and sleep some more, and sprang out of bed and into the shower, before heading downstairs for breakfast. After wolfing down a buffet of crusty bread, cheese and fruit, washed down with two cups of coffee, we set out to the half-marathon starting line, chatting excitedly in an attempt to dissipate our ever-increasing nerves. Our trusty supporters, Kristin and Vicky, rolled their eyes as Priscilla and I discussed an array of race-day-tactics such as the importance of eating bananas and pacing, and other, [...]

By |2018-08-02T08:28:55+01:0024 June 2012|