Priorities shift like the tide, and this summer it seems high time to rediscover my golf game.
This is the real sport of my life, and the one where I can actually compete on a reasonable level. If I could run like I golf, maybe I’d even be a 2:30 marathoner.
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Posted in 2004, golf, life and times
I tried a gentle three miler a week after the Blackpool Marathon, but it was like running without shock absorbers. My teeth rattled all the way round.
So two more weeks went by before I laced up my shoes again. The longest break since I started running seven years ago. But then, I’d never run back-to-back marathons before. I may not be trying it again any time soon.
And yet, however much rest I really needed, I knew I’d do the Annual Hash Run.
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I’m hardly running at the moment, having more or less completely exhausted myself by running two marathons in quick succession.
It was a controlled risk, not without benefit and certainly not without consequences.
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Posted in 2004, the marathon journey
Sadly, not every lunchtime yields the opportunity to make it beyond the edge of Crawley.
Here are two portraits of the local scenery which I finally decided not to forward to the company photographic competition.
It really is like running though one of those 1960s public information films, or starring in an English remake of ‘Gregory’s Girl‘.
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Posted in 2004, summer, Surrey and Sussex
From June into July, the scenery is pretty spectacular around here, and my running routes look at their best. Here are some pictures taken this month whilst running on the Downs above my house, and on my way to work each morning.
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Posted in 2004, summer, Surrey and Sussex
I know it’s out of fashion and a trifle uncool
But I can’t help it, I’m a romantic fool
It’s a habit of mine to watch the sun go down
On Echo Beach, I watch the sun go down.
Martha and the Muffins – February 1980
It’s a cold and blustery June evening, beside a deserted beach somewhere in Northern England. Far out to the west, the sun is setting beyond the receding tides, as the Irish Sea is whipping itself up into a swift herd of white horses. The weather doesn’t look that good for tomorrow, but it’ll be far too late to worry then. For when I see this spot again in the morning, it’ll be at the 23 mile mark of the Blackpool Marathon.
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Posted in 2004, music, racing, the marathon journey
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