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Category Archives: Running

Mouldy peach sunrise

I wake and decide to go for a chilly early morning 5 mile run along the Thames. I jog along dead man’s beard pavements covered in frozen chewing gum and dog turd

Running voices in my head

A stream of consciousness about a stream of consciousness. A little messy in places, but then so’s my head. Soundtrack – The Mission, Sisters of Mercy, Ministry, The Cult.

(Sub)urban towpath running

I’ve been away. Sorry. I’ve been running, and working, and not-working. And most definitely not writing. But hopefully I’m back now. Here’s a little something about running.

Running ‘n writing

A writer avoids writing by talking about running, with the excuse that it offers some insight into writing. Whereas in fact, it is simply a way of running away from writing. You see? Oh, and there’s a question at the end of the blog for once….

Saddling up

Adjusting to new working conditions, Ivan tries something different to get the writing bug fed and watered again.

An editor's job is never done

I’m trying to make the best use of what little time I have available to me during a normal working week. Today I decided that I would like to show non-Arvon folks something from last week, to explain my enthusiasm. So I am sweeping my way back through God’s Cobbler, trying not to re-write, but to tidy dialogue and remove my beloved conditionals from everywhere. And also trying to make all actions post speech from the point of view of the main narrator. No sudden drifts off into someone else’s interior monologue.

Coping strategies for longer runs

There are posters floating – well, not literally floating, that would be some impressive piece of poster technology, and not just pisspoor attempts to get me to whiten my teeth while studying for an MBA and watching The Transporter IX – this time it’s a Leyland Daf) – around the tube network advertising _that_ Murakami [...]

Forgive me Millets for I have sinned

I went to Milletts and bought some Peter North walking trainers in the sale – £20.
So I accidentally sort of had to go to the little sports shop off Chiswick High Road and accidentally sort of look at running shoes and after much crap was talked by both the man and the wallet-man (me) I [...]

It is time…

… for stormy weather. Woah woah woah, it is TIME for STORMY WEATHER. Da ding dern da ding dern (that’s a guitar break folks) etc.
I love that song. I used to put Pixies lyrics in my out of office – ‘Digging for fire’. Came back to odd looks. I’m not a pyromentalist. Or a pylonmentalist. [...]

Perspiration

Today I proved a point to myself. I achieved something. I achieved it due to sheer persistence, perspiration and a little perversity. I achieved it through anger, pain, frustration and a little love. And compression socks.
I have only ever run two back to back 100 mile months. I had wanted to do more of this [...]