Before I left for the Rome Marathon I watched a documentary called Spirit of the Marathon 2 which is about the Rome Marathon from the prospective of a few runners. In a short scene it showed two local runners in a park surrounded by ruins and sunshine. I knew then that when I got to Rome I would run there, only problem was I had no idea where it was.
Much like Rome, a marathon isn’t built in one day. It is built upon hundreds of days, hundreds of miles. Yet, while it might not be built in one day it sure can be tested in one day.
As soon as mile one was done I felt it. Pain. A spiking collection of embers licking at the muscles in my left ankle. I thought my race was done before I had even lost sight of the start line. Luckily, as I pushed up the second of countless hills the pain rescinded to just a dull, and crucially manageable, throb.
I remember when I first saw Ansel Adams’ awe-inspiring images of Yosemite National Park. His unparalleled ability to harness the emotion within the subtext of black and white has, since that day, always motivated me to try and be a […]
I’ve always confessed to being a morning person, kicking off the duvet and facing the day come rain or shine. The San Francisco Marathon tested that theory and many of the long held beliefs I had in myself.
This week and beyond I will be posting belated posts and photographs from my recent trip to San Francisco. Safe to say it was one hell of a trip for both my running and photography sides! Below is one of the plethora of images I took of the awe inspiring Golden Gate Bridge veiled in fog.
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