mufflers. He kept racing his engine, waiting for the lights to turn green.I looked over at Ken. Without saying a word, we knew what had to be done. When the lights changed, I gave the young man a lesson in what happens when you put all 200bhp to work

of the race. But he didn’t. Today was his day to find out what time he was capable of running. So he didn’t even think about letting up. By mile two, the indiscretion of his early strategy was starting to show. His stride became more determined, his breathing

. They appear to be racing something or someone that no one else can see. They’re surrounded by invisible competitors and are often engaged in a fierce battle which takes place only in their imaginations.Rather than accepting the course and the day as it is

will be a PB.—John ‘The Penguin’ Bingham, RW columnist

mufflers. He kept racing his engine, waiting for the lights to turn green.I looked over at Ken. Without saying a word, we knew what had to be done. When the lights changed, I gave the young man a lesson in what happens when you put all 200bhp to work

Finishing last in your first race guarantees that you’ll have a lot to look forward to in your running career. I know – in my first race, I finished just ahead of the ambulance.Okay, that’s not quite true. I wasn’t exactly dead last. I out-kicked my

It was hot, really hot, really, really hot. It was the kind of day that race directors and veteran marathon runners dread, and which new runners ignore as they chase their dreams. Trouble wasn’t brewing; it was boiling.I ran the first few miles

that performance doesn’t matter. People who routinely finish races before I reach halfway sometimes believe that all that matters to me is being out with friends on an easy jog with water tables and police protection. That is not the case.I get the greatest

the winds calmed and the advance team made it ashore.The following evening, our ship returned to pick up the team. But once again, the winds caused havoc, forcing them back to their inland shelter. The rest of us gathered for a pre-race pasta dinner, still

knew there was something beyond the cage. Freedom is not without its risks, though. To run free and with passion, to train well and to race with abandon takes courage. It takes more courage than most of us care to admit. It takes a willingness to accept