Hotter than hell
NB: I’m actually writing this 3 months after we ran this hill, mostly because life got a bit busy, we had a holiday in the Alpes, blah blah blah, the usual excuses. Anyway, here it is. What better activity to do on the hottest May Bank Holiday on record, than go for a run? I think that this might count as a genuinely stupid thing to do, especially when you know it’s coming.
Hotter than hell
NB: I’m actually writing this 3 months after we ran this hill, mostly because life got a bit busy, we had a holiday in the Alpes, blah blah blah, the usual excuses. Anyway, here it is. What better activity to do on the hottest May Bank Holiday on record, than go for a run? I think that this might count as a genuinely stupid thing to do, especially when you know it’s coming.
Nearly bested by the Beast from the East
It’s been a fun couple of months since my last hill challenge run back at Christmas. In that time I’ve trained for the Cambridge half marathon, it’s snowed, Julie and I moved in together (in the snow), and then we both ran the Cambridge half the day after (thankfully not in the snow; but it has snowed again since). This blog is called ‘Stupid Things’; I think running a half marathon the day after moving house, with just the two of us doing all of the lifting, counts as something stupid.
Nearly bested by the Beast from the East
It’s been a fun couple of months since my last hill challenge run back at Christmas. In that time I’ve trained for the Cambridge half marathon, it’s snowed, Julie and I moved in together (in the snow), and then we both ran the Cambridge half the day after (thankfully not in the snow; but it has snowed again since). This blog is called ‘Stupid Things’; I think running a half marathon the day after moving house, with just the two of us doing all of the lifting, counts as something stupid.
Festive running
2017 is over, and there’s a pretty big dent in January. I started my running challenge to try to motivate me back into running generally, hill running specifically, and because I like to tell people I think suffering is good for the soul. What better time of year to suffer, than Christmas? (I get on with my family pretty well, so they aren’t really a source of suffering tbh). Of course I’m talking about going for a windy, sleety run on Christmas day.
Mike Morgan
I'm a scientist, runner and climber. Sometimes I have stupid ideas, sometimes I do stupid things