I Was Sure It Was Intelligence

Tim Noakes says it’s cowardice! I have always stopped (way) shy of really pushing my body. My mantra is a firm “No Pain, No Pain”. Intelligence or cowardice? Intelligence, of course, IMNSHO. But: —————— . . . . Noakes tells the central-governor story in a narrative form that’s almost, well … almost readable. I’m notContinue reading “I Was Sure It Was Intelligence”

Don’t Call Me Comrade

I tried. Well, I made a less-than-worthy attempt. My heart wasn’t in the training. I could never quite see the glamour or ‘worthiness’ of shuffling furtively round the dark streets long before sunrise, but I gave it a go. I even tried the flaming hot running shorts Phil Greenberg gave me in the hopes I’dContinue reading “Don’t Call Me Comrade”