50/50 or phone a friend

A good run doesn't always depend on your destination or your route, rather who you are running with.

This week I've struggled on my tod, knees screaming, back aching, on short runs around the local roads.

Cue mate swinging by en route to Wales and a glorious sunny morning and suddenly I've a 45 minute run under the belt, more freckles and found some fantastic new trails up the zig zag off Hill Road, round the mount behind to the cricket club and discovered the wee castle on the golf course.












Finishing off with a return jaunt along the seafront to show him Clevedon's showpiece probably made it one of the most picturesque circuits around.

And it's left me fired up for some more.

So give your mate a call and get running.

We even mentioned the BG words...







Posted on the hoof from a phone that challenges fat fingers.

Coastal come back

It's not quite Lourdes but six months on I'm finally getting back to running on the clifftops around Clevedon.

And to date, touch wood, things are holding up.

There's something about the sea which soothes aches and pains, or at least distracts your mind from them with an intoxicating array of ever-changing views. I could run along Coastal paths for days given the opportunity.




Which is why the first Endurance Life race reminder email hurt. It's a new race, on the Isle of Wight and sounds fantastic.

In 2008 with Ian, Sarah and keV we tackled the Gower leg of the series in glorious sunshine.

If you're a half marathon fiend then tuck into any of the Endurance Life races but watch out for the one in Portland.

Two miles along the pebbles on Chesil beach nearly finished me, until the sea did it's job turning my head.





...Posted on the hoof from a phone that challenges fat fingers.