.“It’s me back,” muttered Big Ron. “It hasn’t been right since London.”Good Lord, someone had actually run a race! Perhaps there was hope for us yet!“You never told me you were doing the London, Ron. How did you get on?”“Not this year,” he snapped. “1996.”“1994
Why I should have imagined that a 14-mile run along the Cleveland Way in August might be good training for the 105-mile Jordan Desert Cup, remains a mystery. Perhaps I reasoned, not unreasonably, that August = Summer = Heat
were is next door neighbours, like. To make things worse, he were sick on their cat.Aye. He ran a crackin race next day though. Knocked three seconds of t Commonwealth 10,000m record, as I recall.Four, actually.Ah, says the angel on my left
the Regent’s Park Canal, I can’t help thinking I might have overcooked it a bit. Still, it certainly kept the taxman off my back, so I mustn’t grumble. First came the dental work. When I was 15, I paid a visit to my dentist in Middlesborough
contained within the folds of a punctured football. And perched triumphantly upon its back was a fat, brown and cream striped spider. I stopped my watch at 2:07 seconds, and bent the better to observe the unfolding of this minuscule drama. Was I witnessing a
, hero) has done his back in again. And my Achilles is playing me up something rotten.I can just picture it, mused Sandra, drily. Like an episode of Last Of The Summer Wine. The course encompassed the whole of Dartmoor in a wide, sweeping circle
painter, David Hockey Knee).I suspect that the term ‘Tennis Elbow’ was coined by cricketers in order to discredit their only credible rival in the summer sports sector. If so, it certainly worked.The great Tennis Elbow scare of 1953 resulted in a 79 per