Prologue “There’s this race that starts in Farnham, (where I grew up), and finishes in Knockholt, (about 5 miles from where we live now). I’m going to sign up because it’s like I am running home and Poppy and you can come and support me.” That’s the gist of the conversation I had with my… Continue reading The North Downs Way 50 – A short story
So Jon, you want to run an ultra? This is the question I asked myself in the summer of 2017. It was an idea but I really had no idea. I had run 1 road marathon, booked my first trail marathon, (Beachyhead), for October and Paris for the following spring and here I was on… Continue reading DISCOVERING ULTRA TRAINING/RACING FROM A NEWBIE!
Racing a trail race is something very, very new to me. Project Hurtwood, was my first attempt and that was a 50km event. Always good to start racing on trails at Ultra distance right? The Maverick Original Hampshire Long was a whole different beast though. Not only is there something very special about the half marathon-ish distance… Continue reading At home with the Mavericks
15 races That’s how many I ran in 2018. In amongst that I had a 3 PB goals, I hit two but missed another😢. The one I hit, (HM), I am still a little disappointed I didn’t get to 1hr29 something. I also got an accidental 10km PB at the vitality race but was just… Continue reading I miss racing
This is the second attempt at this blog. I got halfway through the first and stopped because it didn’t feel right. What is the aim of this piece? Why am I writing it? I am still not sure if I am to be honest. I wanted to write a review of the year, but I… Continue reading 2018, a year to remember
I am not a fan of jigsaw puzzles, I don’t think I have the patience for them. I remember trying one at a family holiday in the South West of France a few years ago. I felt no sense of accomplishment about finding that tricky piece or completing a section. This is because at heart… Continue reading 4 POINTS FOR THE WIN
“Please, will you just leave me! I’ll meet you at the finish”. These are the words coming out of a tired and slightly angry runner named Emma, about 20ish miles into the Chicago Marathon on 7thOctober. I could have left, I could have run off on my own, but I’d made a promise to Emma and… Continue reading Pacing, Puking and a PB