Running
Can I find my tribe in Brighton?
Recently I lost my mother, my job and nearly my wife in quick succession (she was diagnosed with breast cancer).…
How I lost my faith
God used to exist. He doesn’t any more, but back in the early 1970s he was a major presence in…
My Egyptian mau pyramid scheme
Dante’s Beach, Ravenna Was it chance or destiny, I wonder, that caused the eldest of our six children, Caterina, to…
The dark side of your local dog show
Over at the judging for Waggiest Tail, things were getting acrimonious. ‘That bloody woman,’ my new acquaintance muttered. We were…
Watching the Euros final in Italy was a bad idea
There was not a Spaniard in sight, I was pretty sure of that. But I was surrounded by the enemy,…
My vote winner? Banning ‘fun’ runs
One of us must once have told a political pollster: ‘I really have no idea at all who I’m going…
I was hounded by a canine sex pest
A big part of my problem is that I don’t understand why people do the things they do. I was…
Emil Zátopek: a legend from athletics’ golden age of innocence
The story of the Czechoslovak runner Emil Zátopek is a tale from athletics’ age of innocence. Without the aid of…
The harsh, lonely lives of Kenya’s astonishingly gifted runners
Two Hours is a kind of Hoop Dreams for runners. Ed Caesar follows a handful of Kenyan marathoners, tracks their…
For Roger Bannister, the four-minute mile was just the start
The title of this reflective and readable memoir refers to the author’s lifetime interests in sport and medicine — tracks…
I’m sick of sponsoring you to suffer
Every charitable donation now seems to come with a promise to suffer
