New year came too soon for me this year, or so it felt. We did so much traveling around before, during and after Christmas and New Year that much of that time was a blur to me – I don’t feel I ever sat down during those days without thinking of when I needed to get… Continue reading On Being Petra (and every dog has its day)
It’s January 1st, 2016, and I ran 4 miles today. Probably at around 10:30 min/mile, if not slower. If you’re thinking “Dayum! Girl’s got to run 53 hilly miles in 4 months! 4 miles is not very far!” I’d say yes – that’s true. 2 weeks ago I ran my biggest training week ever. I… Continue reading Happy new 2016
A good 6 weeks on from my last post and the longer runs have begun. 15, 16, even 19 – I’m trying to rack up a succession of 40+ mile weeks here, trying to build back the endurance I lost this past year. I’m doing a bit of speedwork, but mostly just trying to increase… Continue reading (In it for) the long run
It’s been over 6 months since I posted to this blog and I thought that it had finally died – so many of my blogging friends have stopped blogging and it seems that with social media taking over in a way we could not have imagined when we started blogging (this is insane btw –… Continue reading Looking ahead; or my Next Big Thing.
I was running with a client a few weeks ago. This client is fairly new to running and certainly new to enjoying it. She’s at the stage where every long run is further than she’s ever run before and, now that she’s getting more used to it, she’s loving how strong this new habit is making… Continue reading Running finds you out.
That drew you in didn’t it? Yah I know. I’m probably not the only one out there who is looking at the 2015 racing season and thinking “hmmmmm”. Or even “bleurrrgggh”. Or just “I don’t want to do this. Any of this. I am so over this. This is just dumb. I am wasting my… Continue reading Runapy? Or what to do when your mojo is down the drain and all feels hopeless
So I ran the race. And I loved it. I never really understand that I don’t race much, have to be coaxed into racing and then when I do it I love it. Why do I resist doing something I enjoy? Most times (London 2013 was an exception) I am beaming from ear to ear,… Continue reading A race, interrupted training and the new year.