Of the three weekends I’d spent in the Highlands, this was comfortably the worst weather. I lay there listening to it hammer the roof of the YHA —sleeping tablets, earplugs, the works—and still kept waking up to it with a low-level dread that the next 24hours were going to be even more difficult than I […]

When did running begin for you? Running started for me when my dad entered a few half marathons while I was growing up. When I began to show an interest and was old enough, he would sign me up to run the Brighton Half Marathon with him, although I don’t remember us ever actually running […]

When did running begin for you? The main context you need to know is that I did NOT grow up running. Throughout my childhood I was a competitive swimmer, training before school most mornings and competitions taking over the weekends. I hated PE at school, had no hand-eye coordination (sadly still true!), and avoided running […]

When did running begin for you? My running journey started in a less than auspicious way and, over many years, has been characterised by bursts of great enthusiasm followed by long periods of inactivity.   So really it has had many beginnings. At the very beginning there was school, where every effort was made to avoid […]