David J Foster Runs

My espresso machine holds 4 cups, and that’s how much coffee it took for me to wake up enough to eat a banana, lace my shoes and run out the door.

Summer seems to have finally arrived, in the nick of time for the Bank Holiday weekend and with a week to spare before September!  Lounging in the sun this morning at 10.30 I recognise that I have to up and out early tomorrow if I’m going to run without dying of dehydration or sun-stroke so I [...]

It had been lightly raining with big drops of warm water, but around this point there was a deluge, almost accentuating that I was going in the wrong direction.

As the mind awakes fully, so the dream fades, becomes more elusive, evaporates.

It is an awesome flick and has a raw power than sweeps you into the action and carries you from start to finish.

It’s raining as I look out from the window of my study and while this means that I don’t have to worry about watering the garden this evening, it might make for a wet run in the morning.

… to decide whether to go running today.  Neither Dai nor I felt at all like running.  It was periodically chucking it down with rain outside.  Dai’s kit was in his car and mine still dirty from my last run. 
How about a cup of coffee?