Logging my first run of 2025
My knee throbbed. The pain emanated from the inside of my left leg and stretched upwards across the joint. Should I continue? Was I just making it worse? Could I run it off? With each step I winced and asked the question again. With each step the end came closer. But where would the end be? This was the biggest question of all. Twenty-six miles? Six miles? 600m? The New Year is not yet five hours old. Just twelve hours earlier I had completed a marathon. 26.2 miles across the south of London from Richmond upon Thames to my home in Lewisham. Now I was preparing to run another one. Back-to-back marathons over New Year. This had become a tradition. Book end the year with marathons. A tradition that was a year old. In other words, I did it last year, so now I have to do it every year. I wasn’t alone in this though. My equally obsessed running friend Matt Shimwell ran with me last year and is joining me again to welcome in 2025. Yesterday we had taken the train to Richmond on Thames a...