#REDDecember – Halfway

The quick witted among you will note that the title of this week’s blog isn’t strictly accurate. Yes there are 31 days in December and so writing this at the end of day 15 isn’t precisely halfway. Given that I have no intention of pausing tomorrow’s run having completed 50% of it though to write my blog and then finish the rest of the run, this is the best you are going to get, and anyway I never was that good at maths!


The 8 days since my last blog on my #REDDecember challenge have flown by in a flurries of snow, sheet ice, nativity performances, festive lights and the obligatory Christmas jumpers/t-shirts.

I won’t go into the detail of every single run but I have had some genuine highlights and remarkably I am still feeling strong and enjoying my running/ice-skating.

Part of the reason I am enjoying it so much is that I am running without pressure. The beauty of running in long sleeves is that I can’t see my watch and all I have as an indicator is the vibration on my wrist every mile. I’m not worrying about pace or time, I am running for the thrill of the challenge and the enjoyment of being out there and being the best I can be. I have no doubt at all that all my efforts are also releasing some powerful endorphins as I have a really positive approach to life at the moment and as I am taking part in RunUp2Christmas in aid of Mind this can only be a good thing as it highlights the clear link between exercise and improved mental health.


Narrowing down my highlights of the week I would pick three of my runs out. On Sunday afternoon I had a lovely run, largely along the Leeds-Liverpool canal down from Nelson to Burnley. I have run part of the route before but carried on to a new section for me. The path was dusted with snow from overnight, as I set off from home there was the odd flake floating down, just over an hour later as I arrived back it was more like a blizzard. It was a really peaceful quiet run though away from the usual hub bub of the traffic and I’ll certainly be returning there and running along more of the canal in the future.

On Monday and Tuesday this week my children took part in their nativity plays at school, they were both superb, as were all the other kids to be fair. On Monday I ran after my daughter’s performance but it was getting late and to be honest I ran purely to keep the streak up. I decided then on Tuesday to use the window I had between finishing work and my son’s performance starting to complete my daily run. I knew that there was slight time pressure and so I didn’t hang around. As the vibrations passed by I felt good, and I got that feeling all runners probably experience when you know you are on for a quick time. As the sixth vibration shot through my wrist I took the opportunity to roll my sleeve up and glance at my watch, a 10k PB was there for the taking. And not just any PB. One of my stated aims for 2018 was to run a sub 45 minute 10k as my PB stood at 45.11, well after Tuesday I am going to have to revise that goal as my new 10k PB is 44.06.


Tonight’s run was my final highlight for a couple of reasons. Firstly, I am completing the RunUp2Christmas virtual race with my running wife Laura. We live nowhere near each other but had planned that for our runs today we would co-ordinate and both go all Home Alone to add some fun, Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animals!! Secondly, I also decided to run up to a local house which has put on a fantastic Christmas light display (not sure my photo does it justice) in aid of a local stroke charity. I’d been looking forward to my visit and it didn’t disappoint, as well as the lights they had Christmas music playing and even a snack stall for visitors, I chucked a donation in the collection bucket and wended my way home.

At the end of day 15 of #REDDecember then I have completed 101 miles which I am thrilled with. I am being backed by some tremendously supportive people who I can’t thank enough and am determined to keep going even if the conditions are proving somewhat tricky.



#REDDecember Week 1

The challenge is on, run a minimum of 5k every day in December. This evening I have reached the end of week one and what a week it has been.

If I’m honest I really wasn’t sure how things would go but I can genuinely say that I have loved every second of it to this point.

I have managed to run seven different routes to keep things fresh, I’ve worn a daft hat #Studolph and my legs feel good having covered 42.5 miles. When thinking about how to approach this I knew I had to give some consideration to fuelling and refuelling as well as looking after my body. I’ve been consuming a couple of my trusted SIS energy products every day to keep my protein and carb intake up and I’ve been stretching my legs out to keep a few little niggles in check.


The week started with a bang and some fancy dress last Friday evening, followed swiftly by my second run of the month early on Saturday morning. I deliberately kept these runs short just nudging over the 5k mark on both occasions as I had a long run planned for Sunday. I was up at the crack of dawn to take my nearest and dearest to Liverpool airport for their trip to Lapland, maybe they saw #Studolph’s Finnish cousin? Back up the M6, across the M65, home, changed and out. Two hours later and I’d covered 15 miles, my longest run since completing the York marathon in October. My calf muscles were tightening as I ran the final climb but I gritted my teeth and saw it through.

On Monday I ran a completely new route for me along the canal near my work, the dusk was setting in and it was nice to run somewhere different. On Tuesday and Wednesday I managed a couple of slightly longer runs of over 5 miles, fitting them in among my family commitments. Finally tonight I ran while my son was at his football training, a special mention here for my wife who took our daughter with her to an appointment so that I could run at a sensible time, support like that is needed if I’m going to see this thing through. According to Strava I even managed a couple of personal records on a tough uphill section tonight, not sure that will be repeated come week four!!


I timed this challenge to coincide with the Run Up 2 Christmas virtual race and via Twitter the support of the running community has been inspirational. This event supports the mental health charity Mind and it is great to see so many runners not only in the UK but around the world joining in and raising much needed awareness. Keep it up everyone, together we can do this.

Hopefully week two will go as well as this first week has. The forecast of snow on Sunday may make running interesting but it’s all part of the fun. Bring it on!


REDDecember – The Preview

RED (Run Every Day) or run streaking was a concept that I first came across this summer when one of my running pals Luke Zwalf announced that he was attempting REDJuly. I’ve met Luke a couple of times and he is a top guy so I was keen to support him in this testing challenge.


Despite some struggles early on Luke got into the zone and saw the month through with plenty of encouragement from the running community. Sheer grit and determination got him over the line, which in his case was actually in northern France, and he celebrated in style by running part of the last day with his family. You can read more about his efforts here.

Inspired by Luke, and others, I decided I wanted to take on this challenge myself. Having recovered from my marathon exploits I needed a new challenge and this seemed like the perfect way to end an amazing year for me and my running.


Friday 1st December will therefore see the start of my 31 day RED efforts. I have set myself the target of running a minimum of 5k per day and every step will go towards my other December test, the Run Up To Christmas virtual race. Despite running plenty of miles my longest ever run streak is 4 days so I’ll quickly be in uncharted territory.


I genuinely can’t wait to get started and to pick up the virtual baton from Brian Shaw who has been smashing REDNovember in various outfits (see photo below). I have a couple of new routes planned to make sure I keep things fresh and there will be some festive running gear worn along the way to get in the mood.

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I’ll be posting a weekly update which hopefully will give you an insight into my progress, my mindset and maybe even some inspiration to take something similar on yourself.

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Million Moo March – Review

The week of 13th-19th November saw the running of the inaugural Million Moo March virtual race. The race was organised by Melissa from Run Heifer Run and Scott from Ordinary Marathoner two amazingly inspirational people from the other side of The Pond. mmmwebThe ethos of the event was to celebrate the positive spirit and support within the running community. It was about bringing people of all abilities and experiences together, some ran together in groups, others ran in races and banked their miles towards the MMM, whilst others used their solo training runs to get involved. Participants were then encouraged to share their runs via social media and to celebrate each others achievements and encourage everyone to keep moo-ving. If that wasn’t motivation enough to get involved there were some fantastic spot prizes along the way and all proceeds from the event were to be donated to the American Cancer Society.

Via the power of social media I’ve got to know Melissa from Run Heifer Run well over the last few months, she has a fantastic back story leading her to a more active, healthy lifestyle and so I signed on day one of registration as much to support her event as anything. A couple of weeks later and my race pack duly arrived via air mail. The pack contained a medal, race bib, magnetic pin, sticker and wrist band, great value for the sign up fee.


I wanted to set myself a realistic yet testing target for the week and so my aim was to cover a full marathon distance across several runs depending on how I was feeling, the weather and other life commitments.

IMG_20171113_163420I started my MMM week on Monday 13th November with a solid 8.45 miles. It was a lovely crisp evening, for crisp read chilly, but I was determined to get started and despite not being in the best spirits mentally I gave it my all and race at a strong pace. I had planned to bank a long run on Wednesday but life got in the way and my running window was reduced, I still found time to make it out though and 7.13 miles were clocked up. To make up for Wednesday’s deficit I decided to head out again on Thursday. I’d taken my son to his football training and it was after 7.30pm by the time I got home and was ready. Again the weather was bracing but I felt good and 4.61 miles were covered. My final run was on Friday night, I felt really strong and so pushed myself hard over 6.07 miles. My legs eventually gave up on me and so I had a short walk before a 0.44 mile cool down trot.

Having got my breath back it was time to receive my hard earned medal. My children love to get involved and support my running and so my son took on the role of voice over and cameraman whilst my daughter presented the medal, I think it made a nice little clip 

All in all I think the Million Moo March was a great event. I’ve interacted via social media with lots of new people and the superb running community spirit was evident in bucket loads. Melissa and Scott did a brilliant job pulling the whole thing together as their first event and I can’t wait to get involved in whatever they put on next.

I’d also like to take this opportunity to wish Mel good luck in her next challenge, The Himalayan Rush Triathlon in March 2018, she is currently training hard, pushing new boundaries and inspiring even more people to get active and stay active, you KAHN do it Mel!!!!!



Winter Is Coming

This phrase has slipped into common parlance recently as a result of the hit TV series Game of Thrones, before I go on I must confess that I have never seen it, cue aghast faces and people pouring scorn on me for missing out.

My two runs early yesterday morning and late this afternoon have confirmed though that winter is indeed coming. The long sleeved high viz running top has made its seasonal debut, the breeze has held a distinct chill and it’s taken a while for me to be able to feel my hands!

At this time of year it is understandable that people struggle to find motivation, going out in the dark and the cold is not high up on the list of ways to have fun and so it is easy to let things slide and to curl up on the sofa instead of getting your kit on and getting out there.

Last winter was my first as a runner and there were definitely times when I struggled with motivation. This year I have tried to counteract that by setting myself some goals and challenges.

From 13th-19th November I will be taking part in the first ever Million Moo March. This international virtual event is already sold out and has been put together by @OrdMarathoner and @MelissaKahn7 . It is a celebration of the positive spirit and support within the running community with proceeds going to the American Cancer Society. I’m really looking forward to taking part and the fantastic race pack has already arrived all the way from the U S of A. 

As I have previously mentioned I plan to run at least 5k every day in December, REDDecember. Last week the RED movement took a new and positive twist as one of Twitter’s finest @BriShaw81 managed to fill a whole 12 month calendar with runners committing to their own RED months. A simple yet inspiring idea for runners to give their all for a month and then hand on the virtual baton, everyone will be supporting each other and although it will be hard I know it is achievable and another way to maintain winter motivation.

rutcMy REDDecember will go hand in glove, I may need some by then, with another virtual event, the Run Up To Christmas. This event is from the same people who brought us Marathon In A Day earlier in the year. You have from 1st December to Christmas Day to run as many miles as you want and although it isn’t a run streak challenge that is how I have decided to approach it. Again the event will support Mind and the running community will join together to do what it does best, there is still time to sign up by visiting their website here.

With a potential half marathon in January too I have plenty to keep me running and keep my motivation up. I’ll keep you posted in the next couple of weeks via this blog as things progress but I’d encourage all of you to find some winter motivation and set yourself some goals even if it is to just allow yourself that extra mince pie or turkey sandwich come the big day.

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Always Learning

This week’s blog was inspired in part by a cardboard box delivered to my place of work, I kid you not. The box came from a well known publisher and printed on the side of the box were the words I have used as the title for this week’s piece, “always learning”.


I have spent large parts of my working life in education establishments of various sorts and in various roles and I genuinely value the power of learning. Life has taught me though that learning doesn’t just happen in those formal educational settings, we are constantly surrounded by learning opportunities and filtering them and getting the most of them are really important for how we develop as people. I can learn as much from my children as I do from reading and likewise a casual conversation can really hit the spot and help me to tap into a whole new world of knowledge.

In terms of running I have learned so much this year and I feel like I have only really started to scratch the surface. Earlier in the year I posted a blog about running terminology and whilst some of it was tongue in cheek just getting your head around some of the jargon used in the sport is quite an effort in itself. Apart from a general awareness of what constituted healthy eating I was totally ignorant about proper fuelling, nutrition and hydration too, don’t get me wrong I am still no expert on the subject but just knowing what is out there and when it’s best to consume various things has given me greater energy and helped me to lose weight to the point where my body has now found a happy equilibrium between what is going in and what I am expending with exercise. An added bonus is that my skin feels and looks better and I am happier with my body now as I approach 40 than I have been at any point in my life.


My learning doesn’t stop there, I have developed my mental and physical stamina through a number of techniques, some simple, some more complex, my understanding of how to pace myself has also grown and the stats I get from my Garmin have helped me to learn about how my body performs and how best to harness that.

I’m not putting myself on a pedestal here as some sort of oracle though. I am more than willing to offer an opinion, share my limited experience and maybe help to plant a seed for others to grow and learn from but I know that I have so far yet to go. My technique is questionable and possibly linked to some of the niggles I suffer from. I know that I need to learn more about where my limits are and how I can safely push them without risking injury and I need to continue to work on pretty much every other aspect of my running as complacency will get me nowhere.

Thanks to everyone who has shared an opinion, some advice or some encouragement with me, I am truly grateful and with your help I have become more than I ever realised I could be.

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The Come Down

Well that’s it marathon done, it’s been 11 days now and physically I’m doing well. I had an hour long deep sports massage on the Monday after and whilst it was an education in pain it helped to work out the aftermath of 26.2 miles in my legs. I have so far managed four recovery runs and actually getting back out running has done my legs the world of good. I have read various tweets and blogs from people who run a marathon and then do little or nothing often for months after. The way I approached this though it was a bit like having an operation, the sooner you are up and mobile, the sooner your body recovers. Whilst I wouldn’t say I am anywhere near my peak I feel like I have retained a good level of fitness and the plan is to push my distances out again in the next couple of weeks.

Unfortunately the same can’t be said about my mental recovery. I have discovered the hard way that training for and running a marathon takes a huge amount out of you mentally. I feel like the bride who spent months planning a wedding, sorting all the fine details out and now is just left with a nice photo album, a dress that she doesn’t know what to do with and some nice bling, hopefully you understand the parallels I am trying to draw here.


Essentially I feel like my head is wrecked. Although I have signed up for some races next year and I am going to attempt REDDecember I feel lost and lacking in focus. I have become the old me; short tempered, grumpy, not fun to be around and frankly I don’t like myself. I get that this must be something to do with my body and all the chemicals in it re-balancing themselves or something biological that I wouldn’t understand but can they hurry up please so that I can start to be me again!

I need to bottle the feeling of crossing the finish line, the euphoria, the sense of pride and achievement and to let it out slowly so that I can continue to enjoy it and bask in it a little longer until I am ready to let go and move on. At the moment the sense is very much one of, “after the Lord Mayor’s show”, I need to rediscover some head space and perspective, to get back to enjoying running rather than it being a process and I need to listen to my own advice and find some bouncebackability.


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York Marathon – Race Review

I’ve been looking forward to writing this blog almost as much as I’ve been looking forward to running the marathon itself, forgive me if I go on a bit in this post but for a near 40 year old running your first marathon is a bit of a big deal.

Having stayed over with friends near Malton the night before I woke bright and early as expected on Sunday morning, sleeping in a child’s bunk bed wasn’t as bad as I expected and I did actually manage what felt like some decent sleep. I got myself ready, checked I hadn’t left anything, at least twice, then pulled over after I’d set off just to check again. The drive to the park and ride was simple and I was soon on one of the fleet of coaches taking many slightly anxious looking runners and some clearly more relaxed spectators to the start of race at York University. Before the coach had left Elvington Airfield though panic set in, fortunately not for me but for the chap who realised he had left his running shoes in the boot of his car! Cue everyone else on the bus looking down and checking they hadn’t made the same mistake!


I had arranged to meet various running friends at the bag drop and I soon found some familiar faces which helped to calm the nerves, a couple were with me in the marathon but the majority were doing the popular 10 miler which started slightly later. Group photos and selfies followed and then it was time to head down to the start. If I’m honest the organisation here was disappointing. Signs were limited and despite following the only sign I did see for the zone 2 start area I ended up at zone 5 and had to scramble over a wall and through some undergrowth to get back to where I needed to be.

I reached the zone 2 start area eventually and there was just time for a quick stretch. Then we were almost ready for the off, after a few words of encouragement from starter and legendary Yorkshireman Dickie Bird the field moved forward and it was too late to turn back, I was doing this, it was now or never.

The first couple of miles led us down to and through York city centre. Some of the roads here were narrow and the field almost came to a halt at one point, one runner pulled over to the side and I noticed that his flip flop had come off, yes flip flop!! It wasn’t long before we reached the key photo opportunity at York Minister and still feeling fresh I made sure I smiled for the various cameras, hopefully one will have come out well. The route then took us out of York passing large crowds and into the small villages and country lanes that characterise most of this course.

I was looking forward to the 6 mile point as we reached the village of Stockton on the Forest simply for the fact that this is the home of the high fiving vicar. I remembered that on the videos I’d seen he was on the right hand side of the road and so I made sure I was in position early to get some skin! Beyond the village the route took on a very rural feel and I don’t recall coming across anyone apart from the odd marshal until we arrived at mile 11 where the Macmillan cheering point was based. I received fantastic support from them and the other Macmillan volunteers en route and want to take this opportunity to thank them all for their encouragement, a group of other runners commented to me that it was like I had my own cheer squad. Having passed through half way it wasn’t far before my actual cheer squad of my wife and two children came in to view in Stamford Bridge. It was such a boost to see them and the crowd at this point felt huge and the noise was amazing with so many people cheering, family, friends and strangers.


Stamford Bridge was just before mile 14 and from then on there was what felt like a very long stretch through the back of beyond up to Dunnington. The course is known for being pretty flat and it was but this section was a long, slow drag and really started to mess with my head. Just after mile 16 I started to see runners coming the other way but knew I still had over 2 miles to go until I hit the top of the road where the loop was. I looked some of these people in the eye and they were flagging, it did make me feel slightly better that one of the runners I saw was former Leeds Rhino and England rugby league star Kevin Sinfield so I tried not to feel too bad about myself.

I was keeping decent time and hitting miles in around 8 mins 30 secs which was in line with my plan, the battle at this point was mental and I was drawing on all my strategies to keep it together. I had been due to see my family again at Dunnington which was miles 17 and 19 on the out and back but the spectator bus hadn’t got them there on time so I made do with another high five this time from the Archbishop of York, small guy, strong arm! Not long after seeing him I glimpsed a vision in pink heading towards me, it was Caterina who I’d met at the start, I made sure I shouted over and high fived her too.

By mile 20 the out and back had ended and I had turned for home but I was struggling, the sun was in my face and cramp was setting in in both my calf muscles and my left foot. I carried on for a mile or so with all sorts of things running through my head. I had been determined to run the whole 26.2 miles but eventually sense prevailed and I joined many others at this point who had decided that alternating running with walking was the best strategy, I knew that if I stopped dead my legs were likely to seize up and I walk pretty fast anyway so decided this was the best course of action to get me to the finish. Caterina came by me not long after I’d started walking and she turned to make sure I was ok, the supportive spirit of the running community summed up in an instant.

At this stage we were back in more residential areas and the support from the crowd who could clearly see me flagging was superb. Eventually I made it to the bottom of the hill that we had run down shortly after the start. It wasn’t long, it wasn’t steep but it felt like Everest. I managed to run half way up and then shuffled to the top and the descent to the finish. People were shouting from every angle and I managed to catch sight of local York residents and fellow runners Luke and Tristan, thanks for the cheers lads. Slightly further down the hill were more friends who’d run the 10 miler, plus injured VIP Caroline, who had all stayed on to cheer me, I bribed them with cake but what the hell you guys were immense, thanks for the support and the video.

A quick pose for the cameras and I was through the line, my wife and kids raced down off the grass bank for hugs and I broke down in tears, I also made the schoolboy error of not stopping my Garmin! I quickly checked my phone and the finish time text was already there waiting, 4 hours 1 minute 58 seconds. I was thrilled, yes sub 4 hours would have been nice but this was my first attempt at a marathon so any thoughts of disappointment were swiftly banished.


Celebratory drinks, cake and more hugs followed. By now I was starting to flag though and in the queue for the medal engraving I felt rough. I tried to get some chocolate milkshake down me but couldn’t stomach more than a mouthful. This feeling stayed with me until I’d set off on the drive home at which point I had to pull over into a layby on the side of the A64 to puke, sorry to anyone who witnessed it. To be honest it was probably the best chunder of all time, I instantly felt better.

Writing this the day after has given me time to reflect and have a much needed massage. Did I learn much for yesterday? Absolutely. Will I run another marathon? Possibly. Am I proud of myself. Hell yeah!! The whole experience was amazing and one that will live long in the memory for many, many reasons. I have been blessed with amazing support and want to thank anyone and everyone who got behind me in any way whether with a cheer, a donation to my fundraising or a word of encouragement on social media.


Whilst this feels like a natural end I really want it to be just the beginning, I already have plans for the rest of this year, some races and events booked for next year and some goals to achieve. I’ve started something and I don’t want it to stop.

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And so it has come to this…

Wednesday 8th February 2017, for most a pretty unremarkable day, for me it was the day that I signed up for the York Marathon, a day that has shaped the last 8 months of my life, dominated my thoughts and inspired me to write this blog.

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At that time I considered myself an “advanced jogger”, I wanted to give my training a focus and during a run the previous Friday night I had started to think about what to do next, a marathon seemed like a logical aim but the how and when was the quandary. Initially I had the idea of running from my home in East Lancashire to West Yorkshire, and more particularly to Valley Parade, home of my team Bradford City and handily just over 26 miles away. I casually floated this idea to my wife that weekend, thankfully she quickly talked me out of it, doing an unsupported first marathon distance was really not a good idea, although it is still an ambition I harbour. I searched for northern marathons on Google but all the Spring ones came up and there was no way I’d be ready.  The following day though good old internet cookies played a blinder and an advert popped up on my Facebook feed for the York Marathon 2017. Yorkshire tick, scenic flat course tick, time to train tick, booked it, packed it, trained my arse off.


The rest is history, well recent history, which if you have been keeping up I have detailed in my posts up to now. And now the big day is nearly here. “Are you ready?”; “how are you feeling?” and “when is your run again?”, questions which have pretty much been in every conversation over the last couple of weeks. For the record, yes I am; nervously excited and it’s a fricking marathon it’s not a run! (that’s the answer in my head), it’s Sunday 8th October thanks for asking, is the polite response.

I genuinely can’t wait for Sunday for so many reasons. I am really looking forward to running past the iconic York Minster, high fiving a vicar and hopefully the Archbishop of York en route, if there isn’t enough divine intervention there for me then I really have been a bad boy!


The course itself is pretty circular starting and ending at the University. There are a couple of out and back sections in the second half of the race and the sentiment from those who have entered the race previously is that mentally they are the hardest part. The finish has also been described as a hill, now I run hills all the time and can handle them but I’m hoping the finish line is on an incline as I’m not sure my calf muscles will ever forgive me if I try to push them up a hill after 26 miles!!

I have done the hard miles, I have prepared myself as well as I can, I know that I need to relax physically and mentally and let the race take care of itself, easier said than done but by this time next week I hope, no I am determined, to be part of the 1% club.

I’ll see you on the other side.


I’ll apologise up front that this week’s blog isn’t up to my usual standard and actually it is pretty much going to be a series of thank yous and shameless plugs, feel free to dip out now if you want, normal service will resume next week with a preview of a certain race that you might have heard me wittering on about.

Firstly, a massive thank you to every single one of you who has supported my fundraising efforts. At the point of writing this I have received 52 donations totaling over £600 for my two charities, Macmillan Cancer Support and the Plastic Surgery & Burns Research Unit in Bradford. Donations have been received from family, friends, colleagues, former colleagues and complete strangers. You are all wonderful and I cannot thank you enough. If you would like to donate all the details are on my Sponsorship page.

Secondly, I love writing this blog, thank you to everyone who has ever read even a single word of it. I started it as a bit of a diary for myself but it has quickly become much more than that and something I’m really proud of and hope to maintain in the future, it is a labour of love and an opportunity to express myself. If you have enjoyed anything you have read then please can I ask that you take a minute to vote for me in the 2018 Running Awards.


Finally, there are many, many people to thank for getting me to this stage in my running journey. The York Marathon will most certainly not be the final stage, if anything it might just be the prologue. I am not going to name check everyone here, mainly because I am likely to forget and miss someone out! From simple words of encouragement, to ridiculous banter, to creating time and space for me to actually get out and run, you have all been amazing, you know who you are and you will all be with me either in person or in spirit in 13 days’ time, particularly when my mind and body are asking me what the hell I am doing!

Thank you for indulging me.

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