When the Wizard came to Wales

It’s like a dream come true. I’m training at the gym, working to strengthen up my core, my glutes, my knees, my arms and my back because weak buttocks can ruin a runner (I read that in a book), and I don’t want a weak butt. And while I’m set with my morning and mid-run caffeine cuddle (TrueStart Coffee), my 100% amino acid vegan protein greens balance recovery fuel (a mouthful to say but ultra-delicious) (Arbonne) and my nutrition plan for a happy tummy (loadsa veg & 9Bars), along comes a magical little sachet that has just topped up my…

Great Expectations

As much as I have pilfered the title, there’ll be no Dickensian quotes here, rest assured. I’m convinced I’m viewed as melodramatic enough. Starting in the middle of a tale just wouldn’t be protocol so I’ll backtrack a tad and summarise. I used to be a runner. Not to any degree of professionalism, I already had a career as a police officer with three children, but I was a decent runner with a good pace, a handful of trophies, and a killer sprint finish. Running over mountains was my love life, steering clear of busy roads, smoggy cities, congested routes. I…