Diary of a Rubbish Marathon Runner

It's now been one week after crossing the finish line touching the toes of Leonidas and I can say that without a shadow of a doubt that...

Exhausted already I left the Nemea CP shortly before 9 o'clock. I was now on the second half of the race and took stock. It had...

I had heard of the Spartathlon well before most people. A magazine had a feature about the race from 1983, detailing the run of the athlete ...

Though the 1000 words will follow eventually, I promise. We're still in Athens and will be flying home tomorrow, Tuesday. I'll start...

33:29, 73rd place. I have no idea why anyone would want to do that to themselves!

I started running slower than 9-minute pace. I know at least one ultra runner who thinks I should be doing more training at ultra-pace but ...

On Monday my right ankle hurt. On Tuesday my left knee hurt. On Wednesday my left calf felt very tight On Thursday my left hip hurt. On ...

I probably should not have been surprised but I was: my quads were surprisingly sore on Monday, obviously a direct result of Sunday's mo...

The mileage this week was a rather modest 56 miles. Just looking at that number you might think I was recovering from Dingle and/or have sta...

Recovery from Dingle was swift - in fact I barely noticed that I had a marathon in those legs. Sunday was still a bit stiff, alright, but by...

At least I wasn't the only one racing when feeling a bit under the weather: “I had flu after the semi-finals,” said Kiprop, coughing i...