Whilst I am sitting here and writing this post, I am watching athletes running, walking and trotting towards the finish line. Though, I wish this post was called “Barcelona Marathon” and I was able to tell you about my experience of running through the Catalan capital, I suppose you can gather from the title that such is not the case. Instead, I shall describe the feeling of saying “no” to running the Barcelona Marathon.
Read MoreOne week ago I was running through the streets of Barcelona. In precisely two months I would be boarding my returning flight after I will have put over 250 kilometres of running through the desert behind me. Time really does seem to fly be these day. Last weekend I was in Sevilla, in order to run the Marathon. Though, I have been talking enough about hours storming past us, this post would not be complete without mentioning a specific article that I came across around this time last year.
Read MoreIn less than two months I would be well on my way running, walking and trotting through the Moroccan desert, as Marathon Des Sables is less than two months away. However, before I had to run 21 kilometres through the streets of Barcelona, as well as complete the Sevilla Marathon, which is awaiting me this weekend.
Read More
