Some of my body, some of the time.

November 18, 2012 at 10:06 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Running down towards the secret waterfall today, below the one green hill, leaning forwards with fast feet and road-shoes happy on firm loose stones, my legs felt like I was a proper runner for a few moments.

I’ve had a shocking cold for the past few days (turbo allergy?), and the rest of the run was a bit treacly. But who cares about those bits, and who remembers them?


Turbovember – who’s gonna break first, Tom or the turbo trainer?

November 17, 2012 at 10:43 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Day 17 in the #turbovember house, and so far this month I’ve spent somewhere between half a day (real) and half a life (feels like) on the turbo trainer.

For the uninvolved, the turbo trainer is a machine for taking all the best bits of a bike ride, the air and the blur and the journey, and locking them in a box while you sit on the bike in the kitchen, racing the slowest second hand in the world.

All of the push, and none of the whoosh…

It’s compelling though, which is why I’ve managed it every day so far this month. OK, some of them have only been 20 minutes, which is barely enough to begin a hot little puddle on the floor beneath me, but the enfs have got used to it, the cat is tolerating it, and I may even feel a fleeting sense of loss in two weeks’ time.

I even managed to tick(?) one off the evening after Dartmoor Runners last week, which had a certain bent charm. Must blog about that one too, tomorrow.

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