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Current Fundraising Project:

Oxford Half Marathon 2018 in aid of Oxfordshire Rape Crisis Centre


This October my friend Ally & I will be running the Oxford Half Marathon in aid of the Oxfordshire Sexual Abuse & Rape Crisis Centre. OSARCC do fantastic work in the Oxfordshire area supporting survivors of sexual abuse, rape, domestic abuse & harassment and it's our hope that we can help them do more by supporting them with this run. 

We are in the process of setting up a donations page but will be updating this page the second it is up and running. Thank you for your support.

Great Manchester Run Half Marathon - May 28th 2017

Raised £455 for The Alzheimer's Society

"Treadmill Face" (red & sweaty) after an early training session

"Treadmill Face" (red & sweaty) after an early training session

The Great Manchester Run Half Marathon was not only the first ever Half Marathon I ran, it was the first time I had run any distance of significance since being a schoolboy. 

As such I took a good 6 months to train for the run, starting out with an extended "Couch to 5k" style training scheme with a slow increase in distance added to the end of it. At least that was the plan. 

At first I found that the hardest part of the challenge was the mental discipline of keeping going. The thing is, running is hard. The natural state for a large lazy man such as myself is to be... NOT running. So, when I'm running a significant distance the urge to yell "I'm a grown adult and I don't have to do this" is very strong. I've slowly learned to quiet it much of the time by sticking on my headphones and playing podcasts to myself. 

Then I got my injury.

Waiting to begin

Waiting to begin

Around three and a half weeks to the race I was on one of my longer training runs (around 14km if I remember) when my knee started to feel "off". I tried to run it off but it was getting worse. Not wanting to do myself a damage I walked back home and hoped for the best. The next morning did not, unfortunately, bring "the best" it brought... pain.

Over the next couple of days my knee basically turned into a painful hindrance that was hard to walk on, let alone to run on. I ended up seeing a physio recommended by my wife who diagnosed ligament and cartilage damage. I was under strict orders to rest my leg, have ice compresses and do no more than "essential walking" if I wanted it to get anywhere near good enough to run on. 

It's easy to look this happy near the start

It's easy to look this happy near the start

Three painful weeks of ice packs, elevated leg and patience later the choice was to do the run or not. The sane choice would have been to cancel and book in for a later race. The two things that made me reconsider were the sponsorship I'd raised for The Alzheimer's Society & the pride in having come so far. Just over a week before the race I thought the decision might have been made for me when Manchester was hit by a senseless bombing. Rather than cancel the race however Manchester did what the UK does fantastically, it pulled together and decided to hold it's head up high to show that nothing can stop the people of the fair city from going on with pride. My choice was made, even if I had to walk most of the way I was going to do the race to stand proud with the people of Manchester. 



Come the day of the race I wasn't sure how I was going to fair up. I hadn't trained in over three weeks. I lined up on the cold streets with thousands of others and got my head in gear. Then, after the warm up sessions one of the most beautiful moments I've been a part of happened. The entire waiting cohort of runners picked up on an Oasis song playing in the background, "Don't Look Back in Anger". It had been played quite a bit over the previous week to show solidarity after the horrible events. Looking around me I couldn't see a single person not singing along, most with a tear in their eye. 

Then, not long after we were off!

Time wise I didn't do great. Injury wise I did even worse. While I didn't have to walk the whole way my knee more or less collapsed under me at the 18km mark meaning I limped most of the last 3km of the race. But that's not the important part. The important part is that I did it. I raised a good bit of money for a charity I believe in and I crossed the line with a smile on my face.

Here's to the next one!