Decisions, directions… and learning the hard way

I read Yana Weinstein’s Biography post here, and it rang many bells with me, so I decided to put together something similar. This is really for me, and I doubt many people will be interested in it. I also thought I’d better put it on this site, rather than the school blog site that I co-ordinate, as it’s a purely personal reflection.

Every second counts

So I did it. I completed the Edinburgh marathon. My first marathon since having 3 kids. A marathon where I only ran 2 or 3 times per week in training for all sorts of reasons. But I did it. And I got in under 5 hours.  Just! Time was 4.59.05! But every second counts… Full…

Two 20 milers done! Can I taper now?

Work has been hellish for all sorts of reasons over the past few weeks, so no blogging. But I’ve still been running. A bit. Not as much as I’d like to (I was ill this week for a start- high temperatures and full-on body aches and everything), but I’ve been running a bit. Mostly, I’ve…

Vingt-huit kilometres (17 miles… and a bit…)

Just photos today from my route yesterday. More than 17 miles, but not quite 18… Yesterday was slow. And tough. And it hurt. But I’m not sore today, so I guess that’s the main thing. And it’s all about covering the distance, right? Getting your body used to the pain and the emptiness in your…

Deja vu (holidays and compression tights…)

14 years ago, I ran my first (and only) marathon. Shortly before I ran it, I spent 2 weeks in France with my family. For various reasons, it was a rather tough time for me, emotionally (I was at a crossroads in many senses of the word) and physically (I was taking some awful antibiotics,…

Just ran 17 miles! (by mistake….)

To be fair, it was only the final mile that was a “mistake”. So I was supposed to run 16 miles, and my husband had given me his fave 16 mile route. I pretty soon realised I’d gone the wrong way (this is not unsual for me…), so I just did two loops that I…

Flying (a much better week)

Sometimes, things just float along nicely. Why can’t every week be like this? I felt fine after the Half Marathon last week, and cycled as usual on Monday, pulling the trailer round. I felt tired, but happy to be out and doing stuff. I’ve cycled (as I always do) every day, and been glad of…