IN all my years of running I’ve never had a training schedule. I’ve always made it up as I go: hills one night, speed the next, a bit of tempo here, a threshold there. 930 more words
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Circa 1988 (excuse the sketchiness but it was an awful long time ago), I triumphed in the 800m at our annual school Sports Day.
Out on the field, a sun-baked grass running track, uneven in the extreme and riven with divots (and the occasional rabbit hole); a scorching hot summer afternoon, jumpers for goalposts (kinda), you can picture the idyllic scene. 274 more words