Fibre runners was formed on an early Sunday morning trail run with some friends, we talked of living off the land as we ran and eating what nature provides without explosive incidents.
I am a "teller of stories" so I have been told by a very wise man and here you will find the stories, pick and choose as you see fit.
This weekend my brother and his Fiancé were staying and as
is now the norm when they visit we headed off on Saturday morning to Parkrun.
We opted for a new location for them and decided to attend Greenwich – in Avery
Hill Park. This park being where we used to go as youngsters when visiting our
grandparents and where we used to fly kites. Good times and happy memories.
Vowing to take it easy we set off and my pace felt
comfortable as I made my way around the 3 lap course. Into the third lap and I
think I realised then I have pushed too hard, my back was in a significant
amount of pain. I didn’t stop though, I walked for a while and completed the
The rest of that day I spent mostly resting with a hot water
bottle pressed against my lower back and not surprisingly slept fairly badly.
After my super keen and clearly too ambitious run I opted
for a short out and back close to home. Without incident (and I should hope so
too) I ran out and back again at a very cautious pace to try to minimise impact
on my back.
It is increasingly upsetting that I am unable to run like I