The Wadi Rum Ultramarathon

5 months of training, research and preparation down and finally the time came to get on a plane to Jordan. In life, I'm always surprised when things comes together. Like, how I've actually managed to book the right flights, pack the right things and end up in the right place. But somehow, I seem to... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Twenty

Apparently there's a fine line between training and over training with this kind of thing, and I think I might have just done a little disco shuffle-skip-dance over that line. Am feeling some of the classic symptoms (or have been, over the last couple of weeks) of over training so this week I took it... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Nineteen

Well after last week's pretty shitty week this one has been much better. I'm definitely less miserable. Thanks to everyone for your support and messages, it meant a lot. I realised at the start of this week that I got my dates wrong, and I actually had two weeks of proper training left, and not... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Eighteen

No running talk this week. Let's talk about HOW I'M FEELING. (Spoiler: Not great; I'm struggling) Weary Bollocksed (official word) Slightly manic Overwhelmed In denial Poor (haemorrhaging money) Amateurish Unfit Pressured Still happy (ish) Nervous Unqualified Tired Tired Tired I'm totally OK with feeling all these things, I'd take a bet on it's all pretty normal.... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Seventeen

REST DAYS GALORE this week. Rest Days are Important. Just as Important as the Running Days. It's the time for the body to repair and get stronger. I love rest days. Doing this much training means I love it when rest days come around. I'm practically squirming in my seat with excitement at not having... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Fifteen

"How's the training going?" If I had a pound for every time I'd been asked that question over the last couple of months I'd already have quit work and doing my training by skipping through the Alps in the sunshine. I never know how to answer it really. Training is, well, it's....going. There's not much... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Fourteen

This week started with the most painful sports massage I've ever had. Especially my feet. For a while I thought they would break in half and that she was pulling my toes out their sockets. But no! They remained intact and I skipped out of there an hour later. OK, that might be a slight... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Thirteen

With the arrival of August came mild panic. Shit feels like it's getting real. However, I also ONLY BLOODY WENT AND RAN A MARATHON*!! AND one that had the equivalent climb the height of Ben Nevis (I ran the Yorkshire 3 Peaks Challenge route). The Yorkshire Three Peaks Challenge takes on the peaks of Pen-y-ghent,... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Eleven

This week I turn my attention to some of the people that are running with me on my training (mainly because I want to ignore the fact I missed my long run on Sunday). They're all taking part in the self-named £2 training plan. Come help me train, give me £2 for charity. I did... Continue Reading →

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