I am not a professional runner, or an elite runner. I am not well-defined and I still carry excess body fat. I often skip the warm-up and the stretch down, and I don’t own any kind of new-fangled watch that tracks my progress.
But I do love running. I love getting out into the world and sweating it out out to my tunes. (In fact, the photo at the top of this blog was taken on an early morning run.)
The first post I wrote for this blog was an attempt to share learning points that came when I dropped out of my first marathon attempt. I think it is important to share failures as well as successes; otherwise it would be easy to think that everyone else out there was getting it right apart from you. And that just isn’t true.
There are lots of places on the web where we can see carefully cultivated versions of other people’s seemingly perfect fitness pursuits. This blog isn’t about that.
This is a (hopefully) honest appraisal of getting it wrong, being under prepared, following bad advice (not following good advice), failing despite the best of intentions and efforts, and sometimes just plain half-arsing it because life is busy and race day crept up on us.