The hand-claps in the chorus of ‘Happy’ by Pharell Williams are a metronome for the left foot strike of a 5’7” runner at 8:20 minute mile pace. I know this because I recently found myself 10 miles into a 20 mile run, beginning to tire, when I burst out ...

  Entering the business end of training for London. Steer through the next eight weeks without injury and rack up a few hundred miles on the way, and it’ll be a return to Greenwich and a dash through that twenty-six mile tunnel of noise again.  It’s blo...

Had I kept them, these are what my first ever running spikes would look like today. And if I’d kept using them, there would, of course, only be tattered remnants to show.  Yet unlike my spikes, I have of obviously kept using my body for the intervening...

It’s that time of year when the training has to be stepped up a gear to counteract the deluge of mince pie action. What is it about December? I could take or leave these little fat bombs for eleven months of the year, but as soon as one of these grenade...

Meet the boot. I’m hoping this fella will sort out my Achilles tendon and get me back on the miles. Nothing serious, just a way of keeping the calf extended while I sleep – yes, I’ve got to wear this thing in bed.  The funny thing about injuries is tha...

So we're off again ... London Marathon training with the backing of St John Ambulance.  Love it. This time we're running it, not surviving it. Kept up the training since April and been clocking up the miles again. SJA have given me a place, in return f...