No running in 2024?

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You may have noticed that I have not written anything on this blog in 2024. Does this mean I've stopped running? No. I've just stopped writing about it. Why? I have no excuse other than laziness. 

As usual I started the year aiming to continue to run regularly, but to lower my mileage which seems to increase year on year. Failed. Somehow I've managed to accumulate over 1000 miles within the first four months. Most of this has been here in London. A combination of winter weather, financial constraints and personal circumstances have resulted in little travel, but that is all set to change.

In May I will be heading to the Lake District and I have a September trip to the Swiss Alps booked. I'm hopeful that I will also get to Wales, Scotland and the Peak District again. I'll try and write more regularly about these trips. 

I often feel that people won't be so interested in the runs I do here in London, but I suppose to anyone who doesn't live here they may appeal. There is certainly a lot to see and discover. I lead running tours with City Jogging Tours. These comprise of various distances with individuals or groups. Most of them take in the tourist sights, but sometimes I get to customise them. I also coach a few people. Otherwise it is just a case of going somewhere on my own or meeting friends for a social run.

So far this year I have managed 12 marathon or ultra marathon distances. I have only entered one official race which was the London Winter 10K. I've managed 10 parkruns in 7 different locations.

Here are some photographic highlights from the year so far.

Danson Park

St Paul's Cathedral in the early morning

Canary Wharf from Greenwich Cutty Sark

Greenwich Park blossom

Bluebells at Beckenham Place Park

Notting Hill

London Marathon Expo with Sarah Place and Ben Parkes

Marathon tour with the Aussies
 
Tower Bridge

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