"The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." -Theodore Roosevelt

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Words, Hands, Hearts

This is a bit of a prelude to my race report for the Liverpool Spring 10k I 'competed*' in today...

I've steered clear of all things social media lately as I've had some health issues - not due to running for a change.  I'm not going fo go into it in detail but suffice to say that I've had ECGs, chest x-rays and blood tests to rule conditions out, and that I can, thank goodness, still run, pending more tests and results. If nothing else I got to be a 'secret shopper' in the NHS, and it is a bloody brilliant institution!

Anyway, on a slighlty lighter note, and to sign off this post, im sure you'll agree I look dashing in a hospital gown...

Competed is such a loose term, only used loosely when participant is gravely unfit and has forgotten how to pace their exertion levels.


  1. Argh, dude you are having the worst luck in the world. I hope your heart/lungs is/are well; or fixable at the least!

    The gown is, of course, dashing

    1. Cheers :) I attribute all of this to having turned 30 this year; clearly my body is starting to fall apart !