19th May

Katie: Until now, Ben and I have used the columns to make people laugh, to poke fun at ourselves and our feeble attempts at training and to bleat on about injuries and fears. However, this week it seems far better to focus on the reality of why

March 27th

AS the Marathon fast approaches I have found myself in a reflective mood. Gone is the mad panic of:  “What do I do if I need the loo? Can Carluccio’s in Hampstead supply enough pasta? And how can I hide my steaming red desperate face from

March 6th

THERE is a measly six weeks left to the London Flora Marathon. That is 42 days, or rather, five long runs, and a lot of mid-week ones avoided with poor excuses.To say I’m scared is an understatement. At the

February 14th

SPECIALIST sports shops are to me what the lingerie department is to my boyfriend – needless embarrassments which plainly should be avoided at all costs.Just like any bashful man baby-stepping

January 31st

BEFORE I started training, “oww” was never a word so often heard in my vocabulary. Sure, I have suffered a bit of the man-flu like the next, stubbed the odd toe and, dare I say, even had my heel clipped by the odd trolley or two. But only since

January 24th

LAST year I watched the London Marathon with two thoughts in mind – how could thousands of people be so collectively mad and how could I navigate the crowds to the ice cream man? The thing is, I don’t like running – or really any form of sport.