The joy of running.


One foot in front of the other. I always think of that as life. Life is one foot in front of the other.

I remember running the local hills every day as a 17-year-old kid. No idea what I was doing. Just running as hard as I could. I was training to join the military. Or so I thought.

Was I run fit when I joined? NO. Did the effort of hill running for nearly a year help me? Oh yes. This is where I found my love to run.

Do I run fast? No. I have never had a stereotypical ‘running’ physique.

Do I run slowly? Yes. Do I put one foot in front of the other? Yes.

Being over 50 now the recovery is hard. Do I still think I am 16/17 years old when I run? Oh yes.

Do I suffer the next day? OH YES!! Do I enjoy the suffering? OH NO.

Do I go back for more? OH YES.

Why do I go back for more?

Because I feel alive. This morning at 0005 hrs I went for a run.

I was alive. I saw not one other person. Lovely. I am not a fan of people.

I ran well. Slow in comparison to most runners but guess what? I do not care.

I run for me. Much like life. I do life for me. I am past caring what people think. I am not a fan of people.

So – Go for a walk. Go for a jog. Go for a run. Just simply find the time a few days a week to move. Put one foot in front of the other.

If you can’t walk, then FIND something you can do. Move something. Keep moving it.


No one cares.

People are way tooooooo wrapped up in their own shit. They may comment, judge or even think about what you do for a few seconds. Guess what….They soon forget.

OR they look n the mirror when they get home and realise when they sit on the sofa that they are not moving AND you are.



No one cares


Last night’s phys from trainingpeaks attached.

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