It’s been a crazy few years, huh? What’s happened? Where is everybody? Turn your chair around, sit on it like you’re a confident cowboy and I’ll tell you. Firstly the big news. Gilmour joined the filth and is now a pig. Hallelujah! Yeah. So he’s not running much. Typical Gilmour. He was okay at running […]Read more "Where are they now?"
7:30am. Too early. Too early by far. My porridge sat uneasily in my oesophagus like Goldilocks sat in that chair that wasn’t juuuust right. I drove to the rendezvous, speeding past the travellers who were out early, setting up in their trading post at Bel Royal. I was in my Ford S-Max and listening to […]Read more "You Can’t Spell “Let’s Go Fucking Running, Boys!” Without FUN"
They say horse racing is the sport of kings. They’re wrong, horse racing is for Irish billionaires and English deadbeats. Jesus Christ, you seen them stumbling out of bookies? Not even looking out for traffic as they reel across the road? Thinking about how they’re going to explain their latest loss? No, horse racing is […]Read more "The Return of UCR"
There once was a guy called Miles. He had great big ears. His family came over and ran The Tea Garden for the season when me and RamJam used to mess around in St Aubin during school summer holidays. He was pretty cool, Miles was, and then one year he came over and we ignored him. […]Read more "Miles"
I’m like Wolverine. I’ve been telling everybody that. Hey kids! Come here, check this out. *rolls up sleeve* Ta da! I’m like Wolverine, eh? From X-Men! It’s because last Sunday I mashed up my arm real good but by yesterday all the cuts had fucking GONE. Super healing powers. Just like Wolverine. I continue to impress myself. […]Read more "James Faudemer is Fucked in the Head"
Been really banking the miles the last few weeks. I’ve been hoping it would pay off. I’ve felt pretty good on it. On the extra miles. Instead of feeling fucked everyday I actually feel pretty fresh. It’s good. I like it and yesterday I was flying. For 12 miles I had been simply running. With Tom. […]Read more "Flying"
THIS is what it’s all about, eh? Running in the summer. Proper summer and not the bullshit we’ve had so far. It’s, like, 20 odd degrees. What a great day! It was made even better by the fact Gilmour is in another country so I didn’t have to run with him today. Durr, wonder what he’d […]Read more "Summer"
Monday I did 11k. Tried to keep cadence over 180 while running slow. Tried to keep my VO down. It’s hard as fuck. Hardest run of the week. Some people (let’s call them stupid people) don’t understand how a run can be hard without it raising your heart rate. They think a hard run means […]Read more "Low and Slow: That is the Tempo"
Early July – Check Early Sunday morning – Check Fucking shit weather – Check All that can only mean one thing. Yup, it’s long Sunday run time! Let’s roll! Somehow I persuaded Gilmour and James to meet at Quennevais to start today’s grand adventure. As we all know by now Gilmour generally completely loses his […]Read more "Amaze Runner"
Yeah, first mile. Just up to Quennevais. To the swimming pool. Bit up and down, to be honest. A shitty mile to start with but what can you fucking do, huh? It’s only a mile, I’d walk that far. Next one gets to the golf course. On the Railway Walk. Pretty much all uphill but I know […]Read more "SE7ENTEEN"