23rd July, 2009 - Running Man

I was chatting to one of my pals at a party recently. She has just completed the Amsterdam marathon ( and in a new personal best to boot). Even talking to her about it for 10 minutes or so left me panting for breath. But it did get me thinking of my one and only half marathon – the Great Scottish Run, which I reckon I must have done about 15 years ago now.


I remember surprisingly little about it now. Apart from the pain. And milling in the big crowd at the start, amongst people who were clearly much more seasoned runners than I was. People comparing their carb intake for the day; people wearing vests from other big runs; people who had PBs to beat. I felt rather amateurish (as no doubt I was) amongst these veterans.