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Chronicling the adventures of the worlds' most unlikely runner.

Getting Experimental in Bangkok

The Do Something New Challenge has been on holiday 🙂 I’m just back from two and a bit glorious weeks in Thailand where we had a nice mix of City, Jungle and Beach. Bangkok certainly provided many opportunities to try new things so this is part one.
I arrived in Bangkok after a 12 hour flight a little flustered and disorientated. What way to make it better, but to try mixed peanuts with, erm, anchovies. Ok Bangkok (surprisingly tasty) 20130623-164934.jpg
The next morning to combat the jet lag monster, I tried a peach yoghurt with everyone’s favourite – kidney beans and sweet corn. Again, this was surprisingly delicious. 20130623-165353.jpg

The next day, I decided to learn about Thai cooking properly in a cooking school off the Silom Road. Oh. My. Word. Amazing. Among many other things, we made bananas and coconut milk. Orgasm on a plate.


Stay tuned for Part II – The Jungle Edition!


Run, Always Run

Life after a marathon is a weird one. My alarm doesn’t drag me out of bed at 6am every weekday. Saturday afternoon is no longer spent exhausted on the sofa after a gargantuan long run. Given the London Marathon was my life for six months, adjusting is a bit strange.
To be honest, I spent the past couple of weeks doing feck all apart from a little bit of yoga every now and again. But now my calf feels better and I’m getting antsy. It’s been lovely just to enjoy running again without the pressure of getting huge miles in.Tonight I had the choice of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo on Sky+ or a late night run.

While it was tempting to watch Honeys’ antics on Gogo Juice, I was reminded of Ben Davies of the Do Life Movement. His mantra is Run, Always Run. It’s been said that the hardest part of your run is getting out the door and I can certainly attest to that. I can honestly say that once I’m out, I’ve never regretted a run. So tonight I took myself out for four balmy miles along the Thames. Absolutely beautiful.
People have asked what I’m going to do with this blog now the marathon is over. If it’s agreeable with y’all (my God, I just wrote y’all!) I’ll share my Ramblings every now and again. I’ve lined up the York 10k in August and Run To The Beat – a half marathon in September. Should be good – just don’t let me turn into a Keeno

With A Little Help From My Friends

20130423-223808.jpgAs I posted yesterday, what really helped me through the London Marathon on Sunday was dedicating a mile to different people who hold a special place in my heart. Here goes ….

1) Matthew Robbins – my Godson who is going to be christened in a few weeks time. Beginning of a wonderful little life

2) Sebastian – My cousin who was also running that day

3) Lu Lingzi – One of the spectators killed at the Boston Marathon

4) Hannah my niece – A beautiful and talented young woman about to take her GCSEs – a bright future awaits her

5) My Brother David – The most genuine person I know

6) Grampa – All round legend and head of the best family you could ever hope for

7) My cousin Matthew – Just about to start University – Whatever he does, this lad will go very far indeed

8) Kristel Campbell – Another spectator at the Boston Marathon

9) Jodie – A fantastic friend living in Canada who I wish I could see more often

10) Ellie & Alan – For just being the best friends anyone could wish to have

11) My Cousin Rose – An immensely talented young lady just about to finish uni and get into life

12) My sister Caroline – Really got behind this whole project with such enthusiasm and fantastic mother to Hannah (no4)

13) Martin Richards – the eight year boy old killed while watching his Dad finish the Boston Marathon

14) My Dad – Because he’s my Dad and just fantastic

15) Amy & Geoff – Soon to be married – wishing them the very best in married life

16) My cousin Austin and his fiancé Laura. Also soon to be married and wishing them a very happy future

17) The Boston Marathon

18) My Mum – Who flew over from Northern Ireland to come and cheer me on and who couldn’t have done more to support me in this endeavour

19) Becky – this was my ‘cramp’ mile so who better to dedicate it to than someone who causes me pain and irritation ONLY JOKING! My own Ms motivator who I love dearly

20) For my legs – just praying they would start working again!

21)To Sarah – One of my oldest friends who is taking on the Belfast Marathon in a few weeks

22) My Auntie Anne – my fairy Godmother who masterminded a huge fundraising event

23) My nephew Callum – Who told me he’d got a medal running at school very far and very fast – future marathoner?

24) The Griffin family in London and N. Ireland – Who got behind this 100%

25) Granny – Hoping every step was doing her proud. I had her picture pinned to my back and her broach pinned to my front. Whenever it got tough I looked at it, put my head down and kept going

26) Everyone who sponsored me or sent messages of support. I ran out of miles to mention everyone individually, and at this stage, I’m not prepared to do an ultra marathon to fit everyone in!

Other good things about the day – beating Katherine Jenkins and Ed Balls 🙂

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Harder Than You Think Is A Beautiful Thing

So, today has been mostly spent being unable to walk down stairs – I’m a little stiff to say the least! Yesterday I promised a geekily detailed summary of the London marathon, and here it is!

I wrote yesterday that running the London Marathon was the hardest thing I’d ever done and it certainly was. At one point I was in so much pain, I swore I’d never exercise again, let alone run! Boston was obviously very much in everyone’s hearts and minds. Just before the gun went off, a whistle blew for 30 seconds of silence to remember this wonderful city. It was incredibly powerful and followed by a tumultuous round of applause. It gave me goose-bumps.

For the first few miles, everyone was on top of each other and it was really hard to weave round people to follow the 4:30 pacer. Eventually I decided to give up on the pacer, and just run my own race. Friends and family had strategically placed themselves every few miles along the course and I can’t put into words how nice it was to see their faces. The London crowd was just phenomenal. Having a random stranger look you in the eye, screaming out your name and telling you to dig deep was a really powerful experience. I wrote before that I was worried spectators wouldn’t come out because of what happened in Boston, but it seemed all the more people came out in defiance.

Disaster struck on mile 17. I could tell my pace had slowed and my right leg started to twang. Then it hit – the dreaded cramp – something I’d never ever experienced running before. I stopped, stretched then a nice first aid lady massaged it a bit, told me I hadn’t far to go (which was a bit of a lie!) and sent me on my way. It’s funny looking back now, but at the time I was really annoyed with myself. I knew I’d be finishing way slower than anticipated and I thought I’d let myself down. Then I caught a grip. I, yes I, the kid who couldn’t finish the 800m at school was running a marathon! I told myself the quicker I ran, the quicker this would all be over and I could see my friends and family. The last six miles flew by due to the amazing crowd support and before I knew it the finish line was in sight.

I didn’t realise what an emotional day it would be. I had a picture of my granny pinned to my back and looking round at what other people had displayed on their gear, it became obvious that there were thousands of stories on that course. I was a bit choked up when I crossed the line. Then a lovely volunteer lady looked me in the eye and said ‘You have just run a marathon’. Well. That made me burst into full blown, histrionic, heaving sobs. Everyone around was being very nice to me and a soldier came over and gave me a big hug! Eventually I composed myself and was re-united with my loyal supporters who’d hung around all day to cheer me on at as many places as they could. It was an amazing, amazing feeling and the buzz had carried over into today. I really hurt everywhere but it was totally, 100% worth every step.

As I said, during a race I like to dedicate a mile to someone/something meaningful to me and that really helped my on those tough miles. Tomorrow, I’ll give you a run-down, though I can’t promise it’s perfectly in order!

But for now, sleep beckons – nighty night


Day One Hundred and Seventy Five – The One Where I Run A Marathon

On day 175 I ran a marathon for the first time. Tomorrow I’ll write a geekily detailed account, but for now I’ll say that’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Cramp at mile 17 meant I finished nowhere near my hoped for time but I couldn’t give a hoot. London, you were outstanding. Undeterred by Boston, people came out in their hundreds and thousands and bathed runners in love. For now, shower, dinner, bed!


Day One Hundred and Seventy Four – You’ve Got To Go There To Come Back

This time tomorrow if all goes to plan, I will have finished my first marathon.


This week has been by far and away the hardest week in my training. A colleague laughed in my face when I told him this ‘Not running and eating more is harder than getting up at ridiculous o’clock and knocking out a gazillion miles before work’. Yes, I’ll take the miles any day. Instead this week I’ve been left with my mind. I’ve been wide awake at 5am every day this week, thinking things through, wondering if I can do it. I had a good chat with Sarah of the Little Pink Kitchen and very much came to the conclusion that as well as boring everyone stupid with details of every twist and turn of the course, I’ve been over-thinking the race. What tomorrow comes down to is running. I’ll start running, I’ll keep running for 26 miles, and then I’ll stop. Take away the negative splits, the carbo-loading and energy gels. Tomorrow I’m going to go for a run. It’s the longest one I’ll have ever done, but I’ve never been fitter or more ready than this very moment.

Today, my new thing was to take myself to a café and just sit and think. No phones, no books, just me and my head. Thinking about my journey to get to this point. Three things have really helped me along the way



1) The Couch to 5K podcast. Who would have known that stumbling across a random podcast would have such a dramatic impact upon my life. Non-patronising and massively motivational, I struggled in the first week to jog 60 seconds. Within nine weeks I was running five kilometres. I remember the first time I had to run 20 minutes non stop – it was such a huge deal I wondered if I could do it. Now that seems like a warm up. I just can’t put into words how good this podcast is. If you have any secret ambitions to run, I would strongly encourage you to give it a go.

2) Ben Does Life.

20130420-180301.jpgBen writes an amazing blog about how he’s transformed from a morbidly obese, depressed young man to a multiple marathoner and double Iron Man completer. He made a video which went viral on YouTube and has to be one of the most inspirational things you could ever hope to see. He went on to start the Do Life Movement which has got thousands of people engaged in sport. I sat down a while ago and read his blog from the very start. The way that he stuck his head down and just kept going has been incredible. I had the pleasure of going out to dinner with Ben and his family when they came to London last Spring and took part in one of his ‘Do Life 5Ks’ the next day. Very cool guy

3) Marathon Training Academy.

20130420-180624.jpgAgain, I stumbled upon this podcast on iTunes and fell in love with it. It’s hosted by husband and wife, Angie & Trevor – two normals who find a way to make an hour talking about running the most absorbing thing you could ever hear. Hearing their listeners talk about things like half marathons made me curious to see if I could maybe do one. A few weeks later on a wet and stormy September night, my cursor hovered over ‘Apply’ to the Brighton Half Marathon for a good half hour. Turns out to be probably the best decision I ever made!

So, now I’m trying to stay as calm as possible. I’ve got Rocky and Chariots of Fire lined up to watch tonight. I’ve said this before – I couldn’t be more excited if I tried – wish me luck!

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Day One Hundred and Seventy Three – The One Where I Go To A Pasta Party

Today I went to the Excel centre to pick up my race number. Loads of stalls and free stuff. I experienced my first ‘pasta party’. Does this look like a party of pasta to you??

I also have a confession to make. I AM SO SICK OF PASTA RIGHT NOW. I’ve never been a huge pasta fan and I’m very much looking forward to being able to eat a nice steak again. It was nice to soak up some of the pre race atmosphere – anything that plays the Rocky Theme Tune at you when you walk through the entrance gets a big thumbs up from me!
We did get the strangest official goodie bag though – a bag of rice and some toothpaste. Erm, thanks London Marathon.
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