Parkrun PB Chasing: When to Actually Go For It
Right, let’s get something out of the way: a parkrun PB is one of the purest little dopamine hits in British life. Free, timed, over in less time than it…
Right, let’s get something out of the way: a parkrun PB is one of the purest little dopamine hits in British life. Free, timed, over in less time than it…
Right, let’s get this out of the way early. You have almost certainly, at some point in the finish funnel, squinted at your watch and asked yourself what a good…
Right, let’s get one thing straight before we go any further. Parkrun Milestones and T-Shirt Colours Explained sounds like the sort of phrase a spreadsheet would produce if it developed…
Right, let’s get one thing straight before we go any further: parkrun volunteer roles are not a punishment. I know it can feel that way when you’re stood at mile…
Right, let’s address the elephant in the room: running in a heatwave UK style is a genuinely strange sport. One week you’re battling sideways sleet in a bin bag with…
Right, breathe. Your London Marathon ballot successful email has landed in your inbox, probably at some deeply unglamorous moment like on the loo or mid-supermarket-shop, and now you’re a Real…
Right. So you’ve got a training plan, a pair of shoes that cost more than your first car, and a brand new phone the size of a small chopping board….
Nobody hands you a rulebook when you lace up your first pair of running shoes. There is no induction day, no laminated card in the box, and absolutely no one…
Let’s be honest. There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing your local parkrun every single Saturday for the rest of your natural life. It’s free, it’s friendly, and the post-run…
So you’ve decided to run a marathon. Brilliant. Genuinely brilliant. You’ve also possibly lost the plot slightly, but that’s fine – we’ve all been there. The good news is that…
It was mile five. A perfectly pleasant Sunday long run, grey skies, a light drizzle (obviously), earphones in, legs ticking over nicely. And then. The rumble. You know the one….
It was a Tuesday evening in November. Cold, dark, drizzling in that particularly British way that isn’t quite rain but still somehow soaks through everything. My kit was laid out….