. Standing at a starting line in sub-freezing temperatures one Saturday morning, I found myself questioning my own sanity. Surely there was another way. What happened to the person who guzzled coffee and smoked cigarettes on cold weekend mornings? Where had
few great marathons.I tell you this to explain how I came to be standing in a cold wind which was posing as a summer morning in July, in the middle of an eight-week motorcycle tour. In this particular race, runners who needed more than five hours
the privilege of age, took the final three miles.Aged 26, 48 and 69, we had a common goal. For a few hours on a cold morning in November, the generational roles were eliminated. We were not just a mother, a father and a son we were teammates. We were
monster cold and sinus infection just a few days before the race. Yes, there were reasons.But on Sunday morning, as I walked to the starting line, those reasons seemed like excuses to me. I’d trained hard, planned carefully and dreamed about this moment
flight to the tip of South America, and then 11 days on a ship – four of them sailing the roughest seas on the planet.Eager for a new challenge, I spent months training in cold, snowy conditions and experimenting with clothes, kit and shoes. I even
Each and every new runner is unique, as are their experiences.But while we cant tell you everything you need to know, we can at least give you a good start. Here, John Bingham and Julie Welch offer you an insight into the things they wished they
