Pilates for Runners – have you pre-ordered your copy?

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_MG_0126My book ‘Pilates for Runners’ will be on sale in April and I’ve been sent a few early copies. Very excited to have my first book actually in my hands and I’m so pleased with it. The team at Bloomsbury Sport have done a wonderful job.

So, what’s it all about?

Do you run? Do you want to run faster for longer? Are you prone to injury? Then have a go at Pilates and see what a difference it can make to your body.

Maybe you like to run but don’t feel strong enough? Practise Pilates and your strength will improve, along with your coordination, flexibility and balance. I promise you, it does work.

Do your shoulders ache after a run, or do they end up around your ears? By practising Pilates you will learn how to keep an eye on your posture when you run.

Are you wasting energy when you run by twisting from your centre? Pilates exercises can target this problem.

Running up hills getting you down? Strengthen those quads, hamstrings and glutes – yes, you’ve guessed it, Pilates will help._MG_0132

Finding it hard to relax after an adrenaline-fuelled run? Pilates will help you relax.

And those are only a few things that Pilates can help you with – try it and see.

Buy the book, it will tell you how!

You can pre-order the book from Amazon UK, it is published in April and I will share some of it on here later on nearer the time, to give you a taster…Pilates for Runners

If you live in the USA you can pre-order from Amazon.com: Pilates for Runners


Virtual racing to get you running in 2017…and to keep you running!

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Need motivation to start running in 2017? Well look no further!

Or maybe you just haven’t managed to get out there for a run lately and you need an achievable goal?

How about a virtual race?

This is such a brilliant idea because it means that you can run the race on or around the suggested neon-1date(s) anywhere in the world, at any pace, in any old pair of trainers or tatty t-shirt, with a group of friends, your dog, your children or alone!

Then register your result with me and receive a medal.

There are none of the usual irritants of racing that can include the long queues for the loo, traffic jams en route and the time it can take to travel to the race venue, or too many runners, bottlenecks during the race, cut-off times and rules (you can wear your headphones!) And you can relax because you won’t feel intimidated by other more experienced runners, and let’s face it we’ve all experienced that.

Virtual Racing allows you to be who you are and to run your own race, on your own terms, anywhere in the world!

What better way to keep fit and healthy and motivated in 2017?

I’m just trying out some virtual races at the moment to see how they go – but why not kick off with the Harri’s Running Team New Year Resolution 5k or 10k? Or both! Take a look at my webpage for suggested dates (these aren’t set in stone, you can choose a different date if you prefer but I’ve set dates so that you have time to train) and you’ll also find out what  you need to do (visit: Harri’s Virtual Races) to enter the race – it only costs £12, payable by Paypal (20% will go to charity) and then I’ll post your medal out to you when you’ve proved to me that you’ve completed the distance.

Doesn’t matter whether you run the whole way, walk some, jog a bit, have a sit down…Whatever works for you. Or you can set the clock and go hell for leather!

And tell your friends because they might like to join you.

You might also like to join our closed Facebook group page Harri’s Virtual Races Facebook page or I’ll join you when you sign up – you can write about your goals, tell me and your fellow runners about your training, post some pictures, ask for advice, and then when you’ve completed your race post your garmin/strava/running/walking apps/Fitbit or Vivosmart data, or just a photo showing me that you’ve done it,  I will send you your first medal of the year! And if you’re local, who knows I might even run it with you, if you’d like me to.

Soon I plan to produce funky bespoke medals and maybe even some embarrassingly themed races –  here’s one medal I have my eye on (below) imagesso continue following and watching so that you can keep running and make 2017 the year you start collecting fabulous bling and staying fit, healthy and strong by running the Harri’s Running Team Virtual Races!

For more information and to sign up visit this page on my website:Harri’s virtual races

Should you run on Christmas day?

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p1090467Of course you should!

I always do.

Yes, yes, I know there’s so much to do and for those of you with kids, they’re up at 4am high as kites while the partner/husband/wife/dog/special person in your life is oblivious to this.

When he was tiny, my son used to wake throughout the night on Christmas Eve. He would look out of the window to see if Santa was on his way. And one year he insisted that he had seen him. Which is odd really because from an early age we decided to tell him that Santa Claus was just a story – controversial I know. But we weren’t going to lie to him. Anyhow, he still saw him!

But back to whether you should run on Christmas day. Well I think you should, whether you have a big meal to cook, presents to open or the in-laws are coming round and bringing with them the Aunty who always drinks too much and ends up with her knickers on her head. Maybe that’s actually a reason why you SHOULD run! There’s too much to do/cook/drink/apply yourself to.

A 35 minute run will make you feel wonderful. Empowered, happy, energetic and loving…Do it!

And don’t forget, if you can run on Christmas day, then you can run on any other day of the year.



‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was a muddle…

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Santa Claus was in a terrible tizzy.

It was the night before Christmas and his computer had crashed. All his emails were in a muddle. And he couldn’t find his Santa Nav app for the sleigh. How would he work out who wanted what present and which chimney to go down now? This had the makings of a global upset.

He looked at the list to see if he could make any sense of it. Donald from down town New York wants a fake mulberry handbag. That can’t be right, he thought.

Mrs May from Maidenhead wants a new wife. Nothing wrong with that but Santa’s Christmas instinct told him that maybe this was part of the muddle-up too.

Roberto from Rome wanted a Smart phone – oh, that one was more than likely correct Santa thought. Until he read that Roberto was a dog.

And the Queen had asked for a rocket.

Now he was stumped.

The computer crash had muddled up everyone’s Christmas list emails.santa_claus_hd_picture_10_170147Although maybe the Queen did want a rocket.

He could understand that and where she’d like to stick it, if truth be told.

Santa scratched his beard and a welcome crumb of mince pie jumped out, followed closely by a cheese and onion crisp. He quickly popped them both into his mouth.

His beard always felt itchy when he was worried.

Mrs Claus found this itching habit of her husband’s very annoying. Well, actually she found a lot of his habits very annoying. But this is a Christmas story, so we won’t go there. Luckily she was busy with her Christmas Eve chores organising Rudolph and the other reindeers. Polishing antlers, painting hooves, attaching bells and giving them their special night-before-Christmas snack of peanut butter popcorn and pink cider. It was go-faster food she said.

It made Rudolph fart loudly. He preferred pizza.

Mrs C’s go-faster food was gin. She was on her fourth.

This year there were also the Christmas Drones that needed to be polished then decorated with red and green baubles. These strange santa_claus_hd_picture_9_170148machines were going to speed up the parcel delivery process. Everyone is so greedy these days, the reindeer and Santa struggle to get all the deliveries made on time. Not to mention the delay caused by the detour that the sleigh has to make around the melting ice caps, wars, Trump’s International erections and the road works on the Milky Way.

Anyway back to Santa and his dilemma.

He consulted the computer helpline elves. They shrugged their shoulders and told him to turn his computer off, then switch it back on again while singing Jingle Bells ten times and standing on one leg. Which he did.

Everything was still a muddle.

It was getting very late. At this rate everyone would be receiving their Christmas presents on Boxing Day. And that would never do. He would be disappointing people all over the world.

‘Mrs C, I have a problem,’ he said to his wife with tears in his eyes – ‘my computer has crashed and all the people who sent me their Christmas lists via email have got in a big, confusing un-christmassy muddle’.

She stared at his messy computer desk. And stifled a hiccup.

‘Have you been snaffling mince pies again while sitting at the keyboard? And is that Christmas pudding and custard stuck to the screen? Look at all those crumbs! No wonder your computer has jammed.’

‘Oh.’ Santa said, looking guilty. ‘I better clean it up.’

Everyone gathered around once the crumbs had been swept away to see if Santa’s computer would reboot. Rudolph crossed his beautiful_christmas_design_elements_51_highdefinition_picture_170229painted hooves which caused him to accidentally fart louder than ever before making Dasher and Dancer giggle. Even the computer geek elves looked up from stuffing Christmas stockings with Ipads and Iphones and held their breath.

‘If we don’t get this right nobody will believe in me anymore’. Santa said looking sad. ‘It was so much easier in the old days when I received handwritten letters from everyone.’

Mrs Claus pressed the restart button on Santa’s computer. The machine coughed, spluttered, pinged and sang itself slowly back in order. Everyone stared at the screen as Santa sat down to scroll through his emails.

santa-ecommerce‘To think that a few crumbs nearly ruined Christmas – it’s Mrs May that wants the handbag, of course and it’s a new wife for the Donald person – look the Queen no longer wants a rocket, and it was a bone for Roberto! The night before Christmas is once again fully restored.’

He pressed the snowflake app and the Christmas carol app and the world was once again spinning in Christmas harmony ready for the biggest day of nonsense ever known to man.

Happy Christmas!

Your pace or mine…

fast-moving-feet-and-legsOne of the things I hear frequently from people who wish to join our wonderful group of madcap runners is ‘I’m so slow, I’ll be at the back’…’I won’t be able to keep up with you, don’t wait for me’…

But running speed or pace is relative. What’s fast for one is slow for another. Obvious really, but not if you’re new to the sport.

Unfortunately, we runners do tend to obsess over our speed or pace – studying our Garmins or Sports watches with the hope of any increase in our personal bests at the end of a race or training session. Calculating the negative splits. Growling at the loo stops that hold us up. Or bottle necks where we are forced to walk.

My beginners are particularly intimidated by the word ‘speed’. As far as I’m concerned speed doesn’t matter. At all. Unless you’re elite or competitive, obviously. But if you run to keep fit and stay healthy, then enjoy your running at whatever pace suits you and find a running partner who matches your speed. There, I’ve given you permission. Never worry about speed again.

beetroot-smoothieBut if you do worry, then Beetroot is the answer, we need beetroot if we want to run faster apparently. Hasn’t worked for me. I’ve eaten it until my wee turned maroon and my…okay too much info.


How often do you notice your environment if you’re legging it though? You can only see and feel what’s around you if you’re running at a leisurely pace (and that’s relative too, of course.) How often do you absorb your surroundings? Not often, I bet. Slow down, be in the moment, listen to your breathing (that hopefully won’t be too huffy puffy – if it is, you’re going too fast!) Turn off those ‘shopping-list’ thoughts or whinge-gremlins trying to sabotage your effort. Take in your surroundings, breathe and feel free. That’s what running is all about to me. Freedom. Not speed. Not Beetroot.

imagesMind you I’m running a half-marathon tomorrow and if I don’t run it under 2 hours I’ll cry.

Not really.



Killer Women Crime Writing Festival 2016

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So today is about something completely different that keeps me feeling in the pink of life. Crime!img_1119

Yes, dear readers, I like crime.

Well reading it. And trying to write it!

14344302_10153771759316811_1268556717037208741_nLast Saturday I attended the Killer Women Crime Writing Festival. Love the name of the event, conjures up all sorts of nasty images…

It was presented at the stunning Shoreditch Town Hall, which coincidentally had played host to the inquiry into the murder of Jack the Ripper’s last known victim – so very apt10417711_895073077209577_2545528640729262733_n for this event!

The place was brimming with talented crime writery types like Val McDermid, Martina Cole, SJ Watson, Rachel Abbot, Ann Cleeves…The list of writers appearing on the day was phenomenal. There were workshops ranging from ‘how to pitch a novel’ to ‘building suspense’, alongside events featuring 14639592_10154630945547053_1492819276151304135_ndebut crime writers like Paul Burston, Agnes Ravatn, Michelle Davies and Chris Whitaker. I’m currrently reading Michelle Davies’s’ novel ‘Gone Astray’ – full of suspense, twists and turns, an excellent page-turner, loving it…Looking forward to reading the other authors books too.

There was something for everyone at the Festival, writers and readers alike. I highly recommend it.

Go next year!


So why did I attend?

14681659_10154631487232053_7897591385195417426_nWell currently, for starters, I am writing non-fiction – ‘Pilates for Runners’ published by Bloomsbury in April 2017 and another one hopefully nearly in production as most of you know… and some (fiction) short stories and articles. But of course, a novel, the novel, my novel, is calling my name…I’ve started it. It’s crime. Hah!  But I look at what other writers produce and immediately feel totally inadequate – there is so much talent out there. Though by attending courses and festivals the confidence slowly grows and I begin to feel inspired, because I hear how other authors managed to become published and how hard it is. But that it is absolutely possible to do. I pick up snippets of writery guidance and tips and hope that I can stop procrastinating long enough to get down and write it!

So a big thank you to the organisers of the 2016 Killer Women Crime Writing Festival – see you next year!

Calm camping

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img_1099Last weekend we went camping in Dorset which always makes me happy. As many of you know we lived in Dorset for five years and so take the opportunity to return whenever we can. Our camping is a motorhome – yes, dear readers, we are motorhomers!  Although I like to call it a campervan.  And now we have finally succumbed to buying a tent (a Vango Idris II Tall Driveaway Motorhome Awning) to attach to said motorhome and are waiting for a non-windy day to attempt its first erection!

But first we will practise at home in the studio (another blog?) We are novice tenters…It could end in tears.

img_1103We are so lucky to have a campervan – something I would never in a million years have imagined when I was younger!

We stay in silent, peaceful, small as possible, seaside campsites mainly – last weekend was just glorious. It offered freedom and very long coastal walks with the dogs. And it didn’t rain!

At home I can hear the nearby dual-carriageway every day, all day and often through the night. I hear aeroplanes, cars revving and voices, sometimes shrill and continuous, dogs barking, mowers, drills – in the campervan we hear just silence, the odd bird tweeting, a moo or a neigh, a mumble or two from our camping neighbours. But generally it’s a silence I don’t experience at home.

However, it’s not all complete peace, the husband has a habit of banging his head, tripping over one of the dogs and throwing hot tea over me and therefore shattering the peace by swearing loudly. And snoring.

img_1101When it rains it can be a bit tippy-tappy on the roof of the campervan and there is a hammock-like rocking in a gale! But actually there’s something quite life-enhancing about being outside (albeit in a tin can) surrounded by the elements.

At home when I can’t sleep, which is frequently these days, I get up, walk around, stick my head out of the window or read. In the camper I feel trapped, I can’t move. Mainly due to one of the dogs sleeping on my head if truth be told!

This is when I write though. Get ideas. Hold a conversation with the husband who actually listens because he’s contained in a small space and can’t walk away! I forget make-up, don’t look in the mirror (eyebrows are usually half-way down my face when I get home which is terrifying…) slob around in the same clotheimg_1104s, don’t speak to anyone, breathe, forget Brexit and appreciate what a truly wonderful environment we are in. I find myself free of work stuff, without routine, timelines, to-do lists, tv/distractions. Nothing beats it.

And I wish I could stay forever in that bubble.

I recommend it.

British weather could be better though.

Kathrine Switzer – 261 Fearless

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Kathrine Switzer is a fearless and inspirational woman who runs – she won the New York City marathon in 1974 and has completed 39 marathons to date. But in 1967 when she ran the Boston Marathon it was still commonly believed that women weren’t capable of running such a distance.

As if!

Early on in the race she was attacked by an official who tried to prevent her from running at all and although humiliated and shocked by the sudden hostility, she continued and completed the race.


In 1967 the 800 metres and the 1.5 mile cross country races were the longest race events for women in the Olympic games!

Totally unbelievable to me as I sit here typing this blog!

The Boston Marathon remained a men only race until 1972 when women who could run that distance in 3 hours and 30 minutes or faster (in my dreams) were finally allowed to officially enter it. Nowadays though, according to Kathrine’s website www.kathrine.switzer.com 53% of the race participants in the USA are women and I expect it’s pretty much the same here in the UK.

261 was the number on Kathrine’s bib when she ran the Boston Marathon – the bib that a race official tried to rip off her chest in an attempt to prevent her running on, declaring the race to be men only. The number 261 has come to represent strength, power and fearlessness…

csm_switzer_katherine-boston07_977775e3bfKathrine has now created 261® Fearless, a global network for women around the world to connect, support and inspire one another through running.

‘Women from around the world have been wearing the number 261 on their outfits, bibs and body because it makes them feel Fearless in the face of adversity, whether it is a tough marathon, a difficult business presentation, or coping with the many challenges of life’.

As Kathrine says, “Running will wonderfully change your life. Let it. We invite you to join our fearless community”

Abracadabra – running is magic…

downloadRunning is magic.

Pure and simple.

Ask any runner.

From the moment your trainers are laced up the spell is cast. Our bodies hypnotised by the rhythmic freedom of a run. The wizardry of a marathon event whose spell was cast months or even years previously, hooks us in. Or the Parkrun – what Saturday mornings were obviously created for – has now spread its magic nationwide. Every weekend there’s an event or group-run whose alchemy subtly draws us in.

It’s all hocus pocus to non-runners.

But magic to us.

Hills and forest trails, riverside towpaths and lakeland fells, all unknown before the running spell was conjured. I wonder if we would have explored and fallen in love with these life-enhancing places without that conjuration?

Along the many routes we meet people full of inspirational, motivating and magical stories of how and why they started to run. Many needed a special kind of sorcery to run despite incredible adversity. Always making it to the end of a race to receive their well deserved magical and spellbinding bling. A talisman to be proudly displayed. They generously pass on their magic moments by telling stories and casting their own spells further afield, touching the hearts and souls of others who soon become entranced. Encouraging non-runners to be part of the secret by putting them under a spell. Before they know it they’ve bought the trainers and joined a group and wonder how they got there. No sleight of hand here. We know how it’s done.

Running magic works on every level. Mentally, physically, spiritually, always enchanting us, even in our img_6939adrenaline fuelled post-run dreams. Often changing the colour of our daily moods and always making our lives better. The spell is so strong we don’t even have to make a wish.

Every time we race we pin our numbers (they’re all magic too) on to our chests or belts. The design sorcerers seduced us with their funky visibility kits, waving their magic marketing wands to make us all part of the same magical running world.

Post-run black toenails, aching limbs and blisters are the secret symbols of our magic circle, shared only with other runners who understand the significance. Endorphins sparkle around our heads (only runners can see these by the way, but then if you’re reading this you probably know that). Our feel-good magic potion helps us to fly, light on our feet, through the air, up the hills or splodging through the magic mud, nothing equals the experience or even comes near.

The elements are sent to try us but in our magic bubble we can’t be beaten. Running in all weathers and all distances is in the book of spells. We usually find the right one and battle on, often to be heard muttering metaphysical mantras (special magic spells) to get us through the thunderbolts and lightening sent to try us by the couch potato goblins.

Running magic is contagious.

I believe in it.

Do you?

Excelling at Excel…

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excel1Excelling at excel. An excellent way to spend two days. Not.

As many of you know I’ve been writing a book on Pilates for Runners. It’s now with the publishers, Bloomsbury, ready for the copy editor and design team to do their stuff. All very exciting.  But nobody told me I would have to grapple with an Excel sheet (hardly appealing to my creative isms) inputting every single photo or generic image that needs to be in the book and cross referencing them to the manuscript.

Steam coming out of ears doesn’t come close. How does anyone do this for a living? Respect!

Not only did I overdose on caffeine, which didn’t help the concentration – infact it made all the numbers, boxes…cells.. whatevs…jump around even more. But in the two days (two whole days, not bits of days, but whole whole whole days with nights involved) I put on 2 stone because I developed a Hobnob habit. Oh and now I have RSI.

Anyway, stage one is done. With possibly quite a few spelling mistakes due to brain cells not waving but drowning in caffeine.

We have a photoshoot ahead. With real sporty models.

I wonder if Idris Elba is free? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind demonstrating the plank for me…

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