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This blog covers the past six weeks.  That in itself is something to consider, considering that earlier this year, I considered my situation on a daily basis.  Why?  I su…
I think most people reading this will know what happened at UTMB by now. No - it wasn’t the glorious comeback I’d hoped for, but in reaching for the stars, perhaps I landed on the moon, and the view …
I wasn’t exactly full of energy by my first evening in Chamonix but simply being there somehow made me step out the door to run a brief four miles along the gently rolling valley floor where UTMB star…
There’s something inherently magnificent about summer.  The British one, anyway.  Perhaps it’s the contrast with a drearily bleak midwinter that requires the mother of all festival…
Following my glorious, albeit brief, return to work, I found myself free of commitments for a few days.  So I took a (much delayed) train up to the tiny Yorkshire village of Horton-in-Ribble…
A look back at some of the earlier blog entries would suggest that my perspective has shifted. Perhaps this is to be expected: I’ve been buffeted around a tempestuous sea of mixed emotions on this mos…
Well I think it’s safe to say that - even by my standards - it’s been quite a week, or should that be month?  I think Danny Wallace would be proud of me as I’ve said yes to just about everyt…
Upon first glance, there isn’t much in common between living with incurable cancer and a few games of cricket. But as I continue to vicariously experience this most explosive of Ashes series, a few pa…
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…