What's that phrase, poor preparation leads to p.p. performance? I know myself too well. Earlier in the week, I'd cleared my diary so I...

Doesn't everybody have an Aunty Dot or at the very least know an Aunty Dot? I bet she got invited to the wedding? Most month's on waking...

Many years ago, when running became a ‘thing’ for me, I decided to try and raise funds for Brathay Trust through (in part) writing this...

Three days to go. Three sleeps. 72 hours. Over a year to wait. Over a year to train. Except for the fact that I sort of didn’t, haven’t,...

Searching for human acknowledgement...

Diary Day 10 of the Brathay 10in10 (ten marathons in 10 days).

The penultimate day! Pensive, almost proud, perhaps it's still possible, but, the pain! The quad has been rock-taped over night, I've...

Day 8 diary of the Brathay 10 in 10 (10 marathons in 10 consecutive days)

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Brathay 10in10 (ten marathons in ten days) - Day 6 Diary

STEPS! It's time to begin, now count it in, 5, 6, 7, 8. No, no, no! Not those Steps. Hopefully, the thirteen colleagues I'm sharing...

It would be nice to write something to indicate how smoothly each day has gone, how calmly I've approached each day, how easy each...

Splish, splosh, sponsor me (please) Sunday. It was a tad damp out there today, but then there are more wet spots than an old person's...

When I decided to re-enter the 10in10, I was working full time as a self employed driving instructor. One of the ideas I had when I was...

Hello? Hope? Here again? Health? Help? Decent Human? You choose ... At Brathay we know everyone has the capacity to do extraordinary...

Chatting to myself

For the last three years, the Children and I have visited the Georgian Theatre in Richmond, North Yorkshire. Each one of us looks...

Yet another example of how not to prepare for or even run a marathon. Sometimes, I shake my head and wonder when will I ever learn? ...

I met a girl once. A long time ago. On the hotel balcony. Not quite a short lived romance. I'd had teenage love before but this...

I'm famous again? Or rather not. You, could tell it was my ugly mug (at a distance) on BBC Wales. Able to find myself just because of...