Never Say Never

I lined up for this half-marathon with a vague hope of running a couple of minutes faster than last year. Ten kilometres later, I was suddenly doing very different maths.
With 3.5 kilometres to go, the church clock struck 11:15. The 1:30 pacemaker was getting closer. And I had exactly 15 minutes to find out whether ten weeks with The Colonel had changed my running more than I thought…

The Aletsch Half Marathon: 1,150 Metres of Climbing and Half a Wheel of Cheese

I signed us up for a “lovely scenic half marathon” in the Swiss Alps. Only later did I realise it meant 1,150 metres of climbing and a finish line high on a mountain. Somewhere in between forest trails, a shrinking glacier and a brutal final ascent, my husband slowly accepted his fate. And just when we were done, the weather decided to have its say too.