Parakeets in the park and a half marathon – first published 8 September 2013

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The point of our visit to London in September 2013 was the Run To The Beat half marathon. On the Sunday morning Commando ate a hearty breakfast in preparation for his race. We’d actually arrived at the hotel restaurant before it opened but the staff were bustling about filling the orange juice containers and putting out the dishes of croissants so we didn’t have long to wait. My own breakfast was slightly more frugal, bypassing the sausages and bacon and sticking to a slice of toast and a small croissant. I’ve never been sure how he can run when he eats so much, or how he stays so slim come to that. Continue reading Parakeets in the park and a half marathon – first published 8 September 2013

Time and navigation, the Greenwich Meridian – first published 8 September 2013

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The Saturday before Commando’s 2013 Run To The Beat half marathon we were exploring Greenwich. Once we’d had our fill of the Cutty Sark we made our way to the riverbank to get up close and personal with the Thames and, from there, to the world famous Observatory and the line that tells everyone in the world what time it is. Continue reading Time and navigation, the Greenwich Meridian – first published 8 September 2013

A little London adventure – first published 8 September 2013

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The morning of Saturday 8 September 2013 found Commando and I setting off for a little London adventure on the train. Normally a London trip means the West End, shopping or museum visiting, unless it’s a Moonwalk extravaganza but this time we were off to unchartered waters, Greenwich, for Commando’s Run to the Beat half marathon. Continue reading A little London adventure – first published 8 September 2013

London, marathon day has arrived

The end is in sight
The end is in sight

26 April 2015

Training for a marathon is a long, slow process. It takes fortitude, courage and a dogged determination to get out and run, no matter what the weather, when your mind and muscles are screaming at you to stop and stay in bed. Running twenty plus miles is never easy, even if you’ve done it before many times. Anyone who thinks it is should go and and try. Sometimes doubts creep in. Why am I doing this to myself, maybe I should just turn for home now moments. Only the determined succeed. On our way back from Portchester, CJ and I bumped into Commando on one of his last ever training runs. The end was in sight. Continue reading London, marathon day has arrived