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? Sti...

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 t...

Friday evenings, simply the best night of the week. A child of the 70s, the start of the weekend is vaguely remembered as being spent at...

A day or two ago, I nearly peed the bed. Half dozing off, a friend messaged me. I was at the point just at the edge of the cliff where ...

Starting to feel like I've missed out. Last year about this time I was cock-a-hoop that I'd been accepted for another stab at the Bratha...

Now for some I appreciate this might be their idea of an idyllic day out but this is my little story about a day out on the bike. It’s 6a...

It's been a month since the finish of the Brathay Ten in Ten. My mood has not abated, the sun is still shining a little brighter than ev...

26.2 miles. One a day. Every day for ten days. Am I having too much fun? Am I making it sound like it's easy? If you dare to respond i...

In the name of the father, son... Bathed in sunshine we were last year, even in 2017 when I did the Windermere Marathon the weather was b...

Hate it! Left to my own devices I eat Pot Noodles, fish fingers or bacon butties, chocolate (lots of it and especially Snickers or marat...

When I purchased my house two years ago, I knew that regardless of how well it suited me, I needed to change it. My mortgage company tol...

Analysing the art of the club statement; the management role I had enjoyed for almost three years ceased recently. Why? Well the critic...

Oh, how I've missed this, but like a bear I've been hibernating. Can't say I've had writer's block again (used that excuse before) and b...