Jamie Glazebrook

Race the Sunrise

Thanks to Jonny Herbert (he who suggested the Alpha and Beta challenges), this one appeared on my radar recently. You start at midnight and you run up as much mileage as you can before sunrise. Timing my run for the full moon on 7th / 8th May it meant I had 5 hours and 19Continue reading “Race the Sunrise”

Crataegus monogyna

Right now my favourite spring spectacle is emerging. It’s a close run thing, there are many natural sights that vie for my attention; the swallow lifts my spirits and the dawn chorus makes waking a pleasure. Bluebells dominate the cool woodland floor and the canopy pulses with songbirds sporting their brightest finery. The increasing sunlightContinue reading “Crataegus monogyna”

Running on weed

With no races looming and the lockdown set to continue I felt it was an ideal time to revisit my running, analyse a couple of the poor recent races and iron out the issues. I’d gone lazy, time on feet shuffling along in ultra plod mode meant that although I was enjoying my time outdoors,Continue reading “Running on weed”

Beta Challenge

Part challenge, part experiment, I was introduced to this rather niche ‘event’ via an underworld ultra running site. You have to complete 8 x 10km stages within a 24 hour window, you should space your starts 3 hours apart. My thoughts were to get the night time legs over first and then use the comfortContinue reading “Beta Challenge”

The Witching Hour – Facing up to the Pendle Way

I’ve generally been regarded as a laid back runner. Don’t get too excited, don’t faff or flap, just get my stuff in order and chat to people at the starting line as the countdown nears. At the go signal I get into a comfortable pace to settle my heart rate to a sustainable tempo andContinue reading “The Witching Hour – Facing up to the Pendle Way”

Addressing it truthfully

Should I start with a failure? At least I should acknowledge it. I’d blocked it out of my head for days, weeks even, but now I had to take stock. I wasn’t disappointed with my DNF at Pen Llyn, my overriding emotion was sadness. I was sad that I couldn’t complete this beautiful route andContinue reading “Addressing it truthfully”