The Vancouver Marathon and five seconds of fame

7 May 2017

Last night Commando went out for a run, his first in a month. He came back within ten minutes. The marathon was off. The pain in his Achilles tendon kicked in almost at once. There was no way he could run a parkrun, never mind a marathon. After all the miles and miles of training and lots of ups and downs when the pain came and went for no apparent reason, the last glimmer of hope died. It was a sad evening.  Continue reading The Vancouver Marathon and five seconds of fame

Sunshine, showers and a cloud of moths in my head – first published 10 August 2014

Moth Swarm by Carlos Amorales

My Dad said he never dreamed. Maybe I have his share because I almost always do. When I wake some of them stay with me and others fade, leaving just a jumbled essence that I can’t quite grasp in the light of day. There is no doubt in my mind they mean something, though not in the dream interpretation book kind of way. To me the answers come from within and the symbols are personal. It isn’t always easy to work out what they are trying to tell me. Continue reading Sunshine, showers and a cloud of moths in my head – first published 10 August 2014

The courage to finish

23 April 2017

With my large latte in hand I went back to Guildhall Square to cheer along with the amazing Spitfire cheer squad. Sammy Saint, AKA Matthew, was there, still in his costume dancing around as if he hadn’t just run 10k in the swealtering heat. I kept looking at his feet in their oversized boots and imagined him taking them off later and pouring out a few pints of accumulated sweat. What a legend! Continue reading The courage to finish

The marathon returns to Southampton

23 April 2017

At quarter to eight this morning Commando and I were standing on The Avenue opposite The Common shivering a little and looking at the mist swirling across the city. Obviously it was a race day and this time no ducks of any kind were involved. For once I was the one wearing the race shirt with a number a timing chip pinned to it.  Continue reading The marathon returns to Southampton

Marvellous RR10 marshals

19 April 2017

Just when I was beginning to miss the excitement and mud of the Sunday CC6 races, the first of the RR10’s for this year came along. Last year these cross country races were very popular with the Itchen Spitfires and, as they are all evening races in some beautiful locations, I enjoyed going along, not least to get some lovely sunset photos. The first race this year was at Royal Victoria Country Park and, for the first time ever, it was organised by the Itchen Spitfires.  Continue reading Marvellous RR10 marshals

Westwood reprise

14 April 2017

It isn’t often Commando wants to go for a walk with me so, when he said he said he fancied a stroll in Westwood to stretch out his legs after weeks and weeks of marathon training runs, I jumped at the chance. Westwood has become a bit of a bête noire of mine. It seem so to be a place where I always end up getting lost or on the wrong trail. Commando, who spent his boyhood in these parts, knows it far better than I so walking it with him would be a real treat.  Continue reading Westwood reprise

Bright Islands in a dark sea – first published 31 July 2014

The week after we lost Commando Senior was difficult to say the least. For a start there was the task of letting people know. This was hard enough with the family members we speak to regularly but Commando Senior had so many friends outside of the family circle and these were mostly people we didn’t know. We also didn’t have contact details for all of them. After some discussion on Friday night we decided we would have to go to the house and see if we could find an address book or contact list. Continue reading Bright Islands in a dark sea – first published 31 July 2014

More tales from the Old Cemetery

8 April 2017

Even if you’re not a runner there are some advantages to getting up early on a Saturday morning for parkrun. For me this usually means a walk of some kind while Commando is running and, for the second week in a row my feet took me to the Old Cemetery on the Common. At this pont you might be thinking two Saturday mornings walking round a cemetery sounds borderline obsessive. Maybe you’d be right but there was so much still to see I couldn’t resist. This time I took the fancy pants camera with me. Continue reading More tales from the Old Cemetery

Bartley Water and a different Boardwalk

28 March 2017

Right at the moment we were about to give up on finding the gate to the Boardwalk and head back to the Tide Mill, there it was.  This at least proved that I really did know where I was going even if it had taken walking around for ten minutes or more to work it out. When I said as much CJ rolled his eyes and pointed to the sign saying ‘this Boardwalk is due to be replaced during summer/autum 2016 and will be closed.’ If the sign was still there did this mean the work was still going on? If it was would we be able to get through? There was no real way of telling so we went through the gate anyway. Continue reading Bartley Water and a different Boardwalk

Another Eastleigh 10k

19 March 2017

After using Commando’s ice pack, a compression thingamajig, ibuprofen and lots of elevation, I’d like to say the knee was as good as new. Unfortunately, that would be telling lies. It was swollen, felt hot and throbbed like mad. Bending was a no go, kneeling didn’t bear thinking about. What I probably should have been doing on Sunday morning, after a sleepless night, was resting and continuing with the RICE treatment. What I actually did was go to the Eastleigh 10k. Continue reading Another Eastleigh 10k