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No - I’m not going to the olympics.  Cancer seems to be opening doors but, unfortunately not that one.  Nonetheless, after my comeback 50k ultra a few weeks ago, a friend remarked …
I am tired.  Very tired.  Not quite exhausted.  It’s the kind of generalised tiredness that has no particular rhyme, reason or obvious source.  I’m just a bit d…
‘You know - any of us could be hit by a bus tomorrow! So you should live every day like your last!’ I’ve heard a few variations on the above pretty often in recent months, so these statements are c…
I can’t begin to describe how much support I’ve had over the past eight months or so.  Writing a blog about the ways in which people have been there seems a little daunting and pretty risky in case I …
‘I have nothing to live for,’ I idly thought to myself during a Sunday morning leg stretch through the shady trails of Hainault Country Park. Ok - before you panic and plead with Samaritans to give…
Towards the end of a long ultramarathon, there sometimes comes a point known as the ‘death march’.  This isn’t quite as dramatic as it sounds - it describes the state of exhaustion where any…
What doesn’t kill you - makes you stronger.  Apparently. I reminded myself of this as an unforecast deluge took hold of my local meadow and I squelched through a fairly torrid five miles …
‘Look around at how lucky you are to be alive right now…Look at where you are, look at where you startedThe fact that you’re alive is a miracleTo stay alive, that should be enough’ - Another bit off o…
The heady days of boat life had to come to an end eventually and after pacing Andrew to a glorious 10k PB and a bit more wandering around ‘Yacht-land’ it was time to fly home.  I’ll admit to…
I didn’t go to Ibiza to ‘live it large’.  If large means the kind of nightlife I’d have to be dragged to, a half measure is fine for me in so many ways.  Plus if you’re living on a…
From Eastbourne, I boarded a London bound train, but it would take me ten days to reach the city.  Because on the way, I got off at Gatwick Airport and boarded a flight to Ibiza.  Ok - this wasn’t qui…
A few months ago, over chemo but before surgery, I wanted something to look forward to.  I didn’t really have anything, as at that point, I was staring down the barrel of at least four rounds of the s…