It all comes together: winning the Bupa Great Winter Run!
A week into my warm weather training camp (my parents live in Spain), months of tiny changes suddenly fell into place. It was the ultimate expression of marginal gains: the small changes in my nutrition, sleep, shoes, form, strength and flexibility had finally combined to form a big chunk of improvement. It has been a long road. This time last year I was desperately trying to convince my body to run again after a year out. I carried a shot of adrenaline everywhere incase my excess mast cells decided to try and kill me. I half believed the doctor who told me I would never run again. I can't change the fact that I have mastocytosis, I can change everything else. So I began chipping away at every aspect of my life and training that I could control. Running through the orange groves, up into Javea old town and along the coast I felt like a coiled spring, a colt let loose. I just felt so free. I had learnt from Fred (my Garmin Forerunner 620) that when I get tired my stride