Playing with madness

It has been a while since I have written anything, both here or anywhere else. How things have changed so much. When I last wrote I was struggling with training, life, and everything in between. The end result of this was yet again another DNF in a 24 hour race albeit in much different circumstances to the previous year. A return to Tooting Bec had played on my mind for a full 365 days and nights. It ended the same way, different fashion. One of the best paced races I have run but then picked up an injury and opted to sit it out after 18 hours. The pain of sitting watching others run in circles while I am a beer drinking spectator will stay with me for years and it certainly hurts more than any injury ever will. Failure doesn't fade. I need to solve it and at least finally finish a race. Especially running in circles. For me it's running in its purest form. No destination, no distractions, no scenery. All I get to think about all day and night is running. And I love it.



Fighting a whitey to my best DNF yet
Fighting a whitey to my best DNF yet