This was the second year of the Ramathon, last year I raced the event, this year I was pacing my friend Becky around the course. However it was almost like a different race as the course had changed, rather than
Burton on Trent was brewing a range of pbs for a 10 mile race involving a few 100 local runners and me. Starting off at a leisure centre, taking in park paths, housing estates and more park paths, double time.
I really love the Heanor Christmas Pudding Run, it always attracts such a variety of runners on a somewhat fast and varied course. It’s not road, it’s not trail, it’s not fell, its a delightful mixture of cake infested fun.
Two weeks previous to the Chesterfield Half I ran the Ring O’ Fire Ultra-marathon, I promised myself I wouldn’t ‘race’ in September and let my body recover, even though I was actually feeling much better than I thought I would
So at the very last minute, that was actually 59 seconds not a minute because every second counts when you are running of course, a flat course, whatever the cause a friend gave a friend of a friend of a