It is exactly a week ago that I stared right into the eyes of my nemesis at the starting line of the Vitality Oxford Half Marathon. Scrolling back to 2015, exactly year ago, I had the most disastrous run to date, at this very same event. Instead of collecting the finishers’medal in 2015, I had to pull out after only a couple of km’s due to my ITB playing up, and limp back to the race village, leaving behind a group of friends who were also racing that day. I felt especially frustrated because at that time, I had barely just recovered from another injury, impacting…

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A few weeks ago I suffered a minor injury on the inside of my right knee which resulted in feeling pain when climbing up and down stairs. I suspect that following a week of ”inactive rest” (or call it recovering from the fiendish Rugged Radnage 10k cross country race), sprinting up the highest hill in High Wycombe at top speed, followed by a hard core forest rave run in the mud was not a great idea after all. Even though I felt quite chuffed completing my run without getting lost (I rather carefully plotted out using various tourist and ordnance survey…

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