Hastings Half Marathon

After a six-month hiatus, it’s time to¬†resuscitate the blog. It’s been a busy summer, one way and another. I left my readers (are there any left?) in March, just before running the Hastings Half Marathon, with Team Steam, in aid of St Michael’s Hospice where Phil’s Mum died last year. It was a bittersweet day, […]

Extreme ironing for St Michael’s Hospice

Here’s the husband-to-be (he’s still getting used to that moniker) talking about why we’re going to be running and extreme ironing the Hastings Half Marathon course in aid of St Michael’s Hospice in Hastings. [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EJkfS9sSzc]

Introducing Team Steam – running (and ironing) the Hastings Half Marathon for St Michael’s Hospice

For those of you with a memory for the bizarre, you might remember a short-lived craze of the early Noughties called “extreme ironing” ¬†– which was described as “an adrenaline sport that combined the thrill of an extreme outdoor activity with the satisfaction of a well-pressed shirt”. Stay with me here… The basic premise was […]

The importance of goals

My review of 2011 is going to be very short. A measly 33 blog posts and just one race under my belt says it all really, and I’m pretty sure those two stats are connected: a goal demands progress, and progress gives you something to write about. I also gave up British Military Fitness in […]

Reading versus Hastings

My race tally this year has been nothing short of pathetic. After that terrible Riotrunner race (click for the race photo of the year), I tried to gear up for the Reading half marathon, only to sprain my ankle a couple of weeks before the day. That injury also ruled me out of the Hambledon […]

Hastings Half…not

I won’t be running the Hastings Half on Sunday. No, not because of the lack of training but because I’ve come down with some kind of viral infection that has caused me to cough almost non-stop since Monday afternoon. I’ve even had two days off sick from work and spent them zonked out on the […]

Walking is under-rated (part 2)

With only two weeks to go until the Hastings Half, and the prospect of a boozy hen weekend in Brighton next weekend, it was with some trepidation that I embarked on my longest training run on Sunday with my running partner. There’s a reasonable footpath out of Twyford, along the river and into Dinton Pastures, […]


I’m in Australia visiting my oldest friend, her husband and gorgeous 17-month old son. He’s into learning new words, and I’ve taught him how to say “bamboo”. Random but amusing. Clare and Bryn live in a suburb of Sydney – Artarmon – on the north shore. It’s a really nice, leafy area just fifteen minutes […]