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  • o.t.s.o…..a 37 year old FKT

    What the hell is a 37 year old FKT ??? I’d only recently become aware of the concept of fastest known times (FKTs). This is essentially a way of tracking the best times run on predominantly ultra distances routes and trails, including those done outside of race or mass participation conditions. It got me wondering Read more

  • o.t.s.o…..targets

    As the dust settles on the Christmas and New Year celebrations, a reflection on another year done, and some targets to set for 2024. First things first – I’m really happy to still be in the game !!! By early May of last year I really thought my running days were all behind me. The Read more

  • o.t.s.o…..January

    A short poem for each of the 12 calendar months to give just a flavour of how running changes as the cycle of the year rolls around.  ————————————————————- Jools hootenanny’s come and gone December’s glitter fading fast but look ahead and realise the best things aren’t all in the past ————————————————————————— Though now in winter’s Read more

  • o.t.s.o…..these hills are ours

    Andy Howey and I had a brief but really enjoyable couple of days in Yorkshire and the Derbyshire Peak district recently, which in addition to a walk around a 12 mile stretch of the Edale skyline, also incorporated an evening in a small theatre in the town of Otley, a little North of Leeds to Read more

  • o.t.s.o…..December

    A short poem for each of the 12 calendar months to give just a flavour of how running changes as the cycle of the year rolls around.  December There’s no avoiding winter’s chill the damp dark days grow shorter still you dream of longer warmer days and come they surely will….. You have to make Read more

  • o.t.s.o…..November

    For a long time, I’ve had the feeling that from a runner’s point of view, every individual month of the year has some special characteristic that makes it that little bit different from each of the others. Quite how to put those sometimes subtle differences into words has previously escaped me. But in an attempt Read more