My running number for the British 10 K. I did 10K this morning, took me 52 minutes but I did stop to a) look at some fuschia and b) avoid being run over on Liverpool Road so let’s hope I might do it in under 50 mins on Sunday… I’m going for a ParkRun tomorrow morning (5k remember) which I usually do in about 23 mins so it should be possible. Looking forward to seeing the turnout on Sunday. I’m assuming it won’t be TOTALLY full of very thin muscly looking running club runners (pace Hull Marathon) and instead will feature smiley people in costumes. We’ll see. Having just interviewed Mary Decker, who got a World Record for 5k (15.08) I should probably think about upping my game!
So my training for the Vitality British 10K run on July 10 in central London has just been boosted by news that I’m doing a training run with OLYMPIC athlete Perri Shakes Drayton along the Thames. Followed by eating RAW FOOD at Rawligion, a restaurant which saves on cooking costs by not doing any. Plus the news that my friend Colin Hancock is coming over from AFRICA to do the 10K with me. All of which is v.exciting except when a mate of mine ran with marathon legend Haile Gebrselassie he was so brilliant that he (the mate) felt like giving up. NEVER.
If you click on the above link you will hear BBC arts editor Will Gompertz on his new Five Live arts show Heat Map, during which he invited people to discuss the City of Culture….it gets quite heated and the notion of Gompertz drawing attention to a crisp packet outside St Paul’s is mentioned.
Lively though, which is what arts chat should ALWAYS be, it was a pleasure to be asked on. And no, I’m not going to be taking my clothes off for Spencer Tunick, as the subsequent coverage in the Hull Daily Mail explains….
When you are an amateur runner, in other words someone who does a bit of training and likes to run regularly, but for no real other point, what is the point of having a ‘race season’? I mean, I’m never going to WIN any of these races, neither am I sponsored by anyone, neither am I in a running club. Yet every year I enter about four or five races, usually ending in a marathon.
Here I am in Berlin.
It’s a cliché of ageing. Everything seems to speed up, they say. We say. Our childhood seemed to go on for ever. Our teens took a glorious age to spin out. Then the decades get faster, your thirties and forties go past in a blur, and thus it continues.
Rather annoyingly, this phenomenon has now been found to have some factual truth to it, at least it has since the digital age began. Read More…