The ramblings of a maranoiac, the week before Manchester, written in ten minutes at lunchtime while eating soup.

You know I don’t get how we as runners can expect others to understand us when we don’t even understand ourselves. Especially marathon runners and prospective marathon runners. To my wife Elaine, and to all your other halves or dogs or kids or family or friends or imaginary friends or whoever, I really do salute … Continue reading The ramblings of a maranoiac, the week before Manchester, written in ten minutes at lunchtime while eating soup.