A quick piece of background info for people who don’t know me. I’m British, but have lived out of England for decades. In some respects (well, a few), I still feel British. In certain moments. Under certain circumstances. (Usually sport or royal family related). But…there are mornings like today, when …
You know, there is nothing that pleases a blogger like me more than someone asking if they can share their story here. I mean, yes! Obviously! Thank you! And even better when the guest blogger is a young man I had written about in 2015 (and, yes, by the way, …
Living in Delhi, I know a thing or two about exercising in the heat. (And the cold. And the pollution. But those are for another day and another blog post!) Starting about now, late March, my days will gradually kick off earlier and earlier. I am no stranger to 4.30 …
I ran the half marathon in this event on Sunday, so can only really speak to that race, although I noted certain things that affect everyone, regardless of category, and some things that are specific to the longer distances. So here goes. In the interests of full disclosure, I enjoyed …
Yesterday, despite all my misgivings, I ran a half marathon here in Delhi. And all because of FOMO. Let me explain. I had decided that I wouldn’t run the HM, even after switching categories from the marathon to half, because (a) I was seriously undertrained and (b) there was an …
Before I start…I know, I know, I know. No one is remotely interested in my marathon journey except me. Literally no-one. My darling children are always very supportive. Ditto my running friends in Delhi. Ditto my running guru, Dr. Chauhan, on whose shoulders I regularly cry. But that is a …
This morning, I ran THE slowest half marathon EVER of my decidedly patchy “running” career… BUT!!! BUT…and here let me insert a quick drumroll for the raucous cheerleading team from Adidas Runners…as I ran past them on Lodhi Road in the pre-dawn dark, my name was shouted out over the …
Next week it is the Delhi half marathon and – as ever – nerves and panic are setting in. As I say every time – for someone who is running solely for pleasure and who should know better at my age, I certainly take these amateur races FAR too seriously …
It’s admittedly a bit of a cliché to say there’s never a dull moment in India. But it’s the truth. Because there isn’t. Which means, by extension, that there’s no such thing a dull run in India! Today was no exception. In no particular order… I saw hundreds of fruit …
I went for a v-e-r-y slow walk/walk/run/walk this morning, trotting through my local park. “What’s new, aren’t you always slow?” do I hear you ask? Cruel, but true. Each time I head out, hoping that THIS will be the day I finally get back to “proper“ running, and then I …
