In the push to run that marathon, get that next PB, go just that little bit further and faster,
Sometimes
Running can become a chore, a duty, a punishment.
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Sometimes you need to take a step back with training.
For anyone who followed my mini-adventure on the West Deane Way ultra last year, you’ll know that I turned my ankle over a few weeks before the event. It caused me some bother on the day, although we made it round and there didn’t seem to be any lasting damage.
2014 was meant to be all about going ultra.
My friends Val, Paul and I had trained all summer. We’d learned how to run through mud without losing a shoe. How to run in the dark, while stargazing. How to navigate like a ninja. Or at least, how to get a little less lost a little less often.
2014 was meant to be all about the ultramarathon.
Partly to find a new challenge. After seven road marathons, it felt like a good time to try something different.
Partly to learn more about my running, and improve technique. It’s when you stretch the mileage that you discover where your weak links are.
I don’t usually get too hung up on labels, but last week a piece by Stuart Heritage that appeared on the Guardian runners blog had me pondering.
Stuart hates running. He does it so that he can eat cake. And for this reason, he feels that calling himself a ‘runner’ is an undeserved promotion. He’s a jogger.