Run Together

Three images from races this weekend, and six great runners.  Firstly my old running buddies Graham and Phil, enjoying a leisurely burl around Victoria Parkrun in Glasgow. I just love this pic - they look totally relaxed and happy to be out on a beautiful autumn morning. They’ve run fantastically well this year and Graham,... Continue Reading →

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Good Hands

Two images. One taken more than 70 years before the other, but closely linked. The first is of a group of boys at an Aberdeen Grammar School Cadets summer camp in 1943, somewhere in Scotland. The boy on the front row, smiling, with another boy's hands on his shoulders, is my Dad.  He had been... Continue Reading →

For the love of it

It's a mild addiction, running. Endorphins, the brains opium, coursing through the system during and afterwards. The runners high. Brilliant! Twice this week, I've seen its impact. To go back a step. A few months ago we met Scottish 1500 metres champion Myles Edwards. He explained that his training took him to the high altitude... Continue Reading →

Get the Balance Right

In running, if it's good, it's amazing, and if it's bad, it's experience. But in the teeth of disappointment that theory feels like utter bollocks.  Here's the thing though. It actually isn't.  Firstly let me say this. In the grand scheme of things, how you feel as a runner has no consequence.  There are FAR... Continue Reading →

The Bet

I'm not what you might call 'clubbable'. At parties I'm the one who'll arrive with an escape plan. The one who can't hide the overwhelming sense of relief when I recognise someone I know. The one who can't remember names, stories or punchlines. The one who nods and smiles but can't really hear a thing... Continue Reading →

The Little Wonder

Unexpected things happen to runners. Especially those who run with Glasgow clubs. Why? Runners form communities which sometimes throw out surprises. And Glasgow has some great talkers. My club, West End Road Runners has this in spades. And one of our runners, Fred Beckett proved it. We learned that we both had connections with Peterhead... Continue Reading →

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