Facing the Truth

Facing the Truth   I have started this blog about 15 times in the last few days. Crossed out lines, ripped out pages, thrown a few pens across the room

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Volcano Runs

Volcano runs   One minute I was jogging easily along the singletrack circling the volcano, singing along to some goddawful 90s’ disco hit. The next I was sprawled full length

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Living on Lanza

Living on Lanza   The Highlander, Motowns – British Family Bar, The Black Bull and a souvenir shop promising PG Tips and Marmite line the main car park in the

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Devils & rest days

REST DAY The two most dreaded words on the training plan… Backside wedged between two cushions and laptop balanced precariously on my knees, I glance yet again at the clock

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Landing on Lanza

Landing on Lanza   Wednesday, 4.05am. Beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeep. The cat lifted her head from the duvet and gave me a slightly confused and decidedly annoyed look. “Jeez woman,

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It’s not your foot

It’s not your foot   To those of you who read what used to be regular updates, you’ve probably figured I’ve done something to myself. No racing, no reports… and

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Tales of the Little Cabbage

Tales of the Little Cabbage Learning to think like a pro   It could have been Angry Bird, The Champ, The Captain… maybe even an agressive Honey Badger or something

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Thank you Marc!

Thank you Marc! For making me believe in myself   Back in Autumn of 2011, I was a wannabe triathlete recovering from a femoral neck stress fracture. In 2015, I

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