The main questions that seem to dominate my life seem to suggest the answers: If the sum of all elements of movement development create the complex movement patterns for our future movement abilities, why aren’t we checking they are ALL present? If we routinely assess our cognitive capabilities to within a percentage mark (Physics 76%, Art 48%, Mathematics 99%,
“When Mother Trees – the majestic hubs at the centre of forest communication, protection, and sentience – die, they pass their wisdom to their kin, generation after generation, sharing the knowledge of what helps and what harms, who is friend or foe, and how to adapt and survive in an ever-changing landscape. It’s what all parents do.” “The scientific evidence
Where can we find answers to solve intractable chronic pain, endless repetitive injuries and movement problems that seem to have no known cause? When strengthening, stretching, joint manipulations, pain coaching, medications and even surgeries haven’t solved the problem, could there be something missing or blocking the healing process? Why do these treatment protocols work for some, but not
Having watched 6 hours of TV coverage, roller-coastering with the struggles and triumphs of ALL the amazing folk who’d committed to 26.2 miles and made it across the VLM line, I ran this morning thinking about all those who didn’t make it either to the start or the finish line. I’ve had a (painful) DNS, a (even more painful) DNF
Goal: to have fun with my Cape Wrath teamies … oh, and test run kit, run strategy, multi-stage nutrition, overnight kitbag and sleeping arrangements … ”I don’t run to add days to my life; I run to add life to my days.” – Ronald Rook. Questions to answer: Which pack? Which poles? Which gloves? Would the run:walk strategy we’d be rehearsing stand
A crematorium bursting at the seams, to celebrate a life that some would say was cut short, and others would say continues in peace. As Shelley said: “Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep – He hath awakened from the dream of life.” Beyond tired, still emotional, the train is gently rocking me back home. When Death
“Death puts Life into perspective” said Ralph Waldo Emerson back in the mid-19th century. And he was right. Is a blog the place for these thoughts? I’m not sure, but social media is omnipresent in our lives, and as Shakespeare said, “Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o’erfraught heart, and bids it break”. A dear
Sub-Title 1: Can I temper the gastric issues that completely obliterated any pleasure at Ironman Frankfurt (race report will never get written – I tried & failed – all too miserable to bother remembering) with my Low Carb High Fat lifestyle & judicious use of wind elimination techniques? Sub-Title 2: Can I write a story without reference to ablutions? DOMS
So I’m working my cotton socks off, and still trying to ‘train’ for my first 50 miler this weekend. Never mind tapering, I’m still building my distances! Jobs are having to be done on the hoof, with shopping carried on the cool-down walk, post carried on the warm-up walk and distances ‘created’ by weaving my way round the local roads
So how on earth did that happen? It all started with a random tripping-over of a RunKeto discussion group on FB, via someone tweeting a link to it. I happened to be accepted to join the group when a quick scroll down led me to a link dubbed as “one of the best podcasts I’ve ever listened to about LCHF and