So in the midst of the my fish-and-chips training programme, I occasionally remember running as a young boy. I had a stopwatch, and would have to ask my dad how far a certain route around the block was, and work out the numbers from there. Over time, I have invested in apps, watches, and heart rate monitors.
But it’s also got me thinking about how things used to be. Back in the day. You know, before technology. In particular, I remember a certain Graeme Pope-Ellis. Continue reading A story about Graeme Pope-Ellis
