OK, so let’s not pretend. This blog might not be updated every day. It might not even be updated every week. And yes, there is a fair chance there will be no shortage of Dad Jokes (as in the title of this post).
Although inspired by Dave Fleet at The Toronto Runner (among others), this blog will be very different to Dave’s fine work. Here, you will see very few training plans. I’ll occasionally set myself a target, then meander aimlessly towards it, but the only PBs you’re likely to find as this blog develops will be at distances I’ve never run before. I probably will post maps, and links to my Nike+ stats, but that’s as close as you’ll get.
As the name of the blog suggests, most of my running is done in Manchester, UK. It’s where I live, where I work and where (most of the time) I run. It’s where trails follow the River Mersey as it snakes through nature reserves and water parks, and where canals cut a purposeful path through once-bustling towns towards the world’s first industrial city. Less poetically, it’s also where dirty great dual carriageways spew out all the things a runner should not be breathing as he pounds wet, floodlit tarmac after a long day behind a desk.
So here goes…
