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I am not Rocky
Yesterday my left ankle was incredibly sore, as if I’d sprained it. The most strenuous things I’d done were lying in bed for seven hours, and watching lots of TV, so I was bemused about the source of this pain. I put it down to a symptom of fatigue, and went bed early. This morning […]
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True Detective
I couldn’t sleep last night. Perhaps it was the booze throwing off my sleep patterns (although I would have expected a alcoholic oblivion, and waking not refreshed, rather than not sleeping at all). I was tired, but couldn’t sleep, even as the muscles in my head tightened around me like a huge claw. At around […]
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Poor preparation
This evening I worked especially late, having to check in with people in London, so at 7:30 I was just leaving the office, when I should have wound down a long time before. Instead of going home, I went out for a drink with some of my new work colleagues, and instead of being one […]
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My topsy turvy life
After last night’s run, I was exhausted today, but I got to work earlier, as there was nothing left in the house to eat. Apart from two teaspoons’ worth of hummus that I scraped out of the almost empty pot in the fridge. That wasn’t enough to set me up for the day, so I […]
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Another return
Back to the track for the start of another 4 week threshold training cycle. I hadn’t slept well; a big thunderstorm came in to Singapore and woke me at five this morning, and I didn’t feel too bright all day. The rain came on and off (it was still threatening at 6:30 when I got […]
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Guy Martin: My Autobiography
I spotted this in the bookshop at Heathrow on the way to Canada, but didn’t buy a copy until I was on my way back to Singapore; you have to make weightsavings somewhere, after all. It’s the first autobiography of a sportsman I can remember reading in years – the last was probably Lance Armstrong’s […]
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Giving 80%
After all that travelling, I was more tired than I left myself believe. I headed to the track tonight for the usual Monday session, aghast that in two weeks I’d put on about two kilos, and determined to get it off.
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The King In Yellow, returned again
Coming back to Singapore was a lot was easier than going out. For a start, instead of a decrepit 747, the plane on the way back was a nice new 777, with an entertainment system that didn’t crap out after 90 minutes. That’s more than you could say for me; I watched the end of […]
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Park run
This morning, after staying up too late doing nothing much in particular, I was woken at seven by the dulcet tones of the alarm on my phone. This was not the best preparation for a race, I guess. (My best result was when I went to Osaka, on my own, and didn’t do anything fun […]
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Pre flight panic
I’ve now had five days with the new company. There still feels an air of unreality to it all, given how cheerful and friendly everyone is. Don’t they know that the life of a Londoner is unremittingly bleak and full of frustration? Evidently not. I’ve spent some time this week confused and baffled (mainly as […]
