Laurence JenningsThe End of the RoadA week after the London Marathon, with my legs now fully healed and my medal sitting proudly on the mantelpiece at home, I have mixed…May 1, 2017May 1, 2017
Laurence JenningsNow That’s What I Call 26 Things I’ve Learned Since Training For the London Marathon 2017As the Chiltern Railways Wi-fi plays havoc with my stress levels on board this 12:17 train to London Marylebone (pronounced Marry le bone)…Apr 22, 2017Apr 22, 2017
Laurence JenningsA Faulkes in the RoadIs it a bird? Yes. But what kind of bird? I came upon this sight as I ran last week and was staggered. God, and people with a knowledge of…Apr 12, 2017Apr 12, 2017
Laurence Jennings¡Hola from Barcelona!You’ll have to forgive my absence in recent weeks. The end of term and a lack of anything worthy of reporting has left this blog emptier…Apr 1, 2017Apr 1, 2017
Laurence JenningsBath and a HalfIt was with the greatest of pleasures and happiest of smiles that my companion and I, She Who Must Not be Named, left our Oxford home to…Mar 15, 2017Mar 15, 2017
Laurence JenningsReturn of the JenningsA travesty. A shameful betrayal. A miscarriage of justice. A moment that Judas Iscariot himself would be proud of.Feb 27, 2017Feb 27, 2017
Laurence JenningsLaurence Jennings and The Last LucozadeBy the way, I have literally no idea how to make a pun out of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.Feb 11, 20171Feb 11, 20171
Laurence JenningsThe Fog AwakensI headed into the abyss, raising my (imaginary) staff like Gandalf and shouted, ‘Eat my run, Fog’. But eat it, it did not. Instead I was…Feb 2, 2017Feb 2, 2017
Laurence JenningsLaurence Jennings and The Tendon of DoomI’m running along, fairly happily, and something goes SNAP! I look at my left leg and stop running – have I injured myself? Has my tendon…Jan 23, 2017Jan 23, 2017
Laurence JenningsMan in TightsThere are two magazines on the table in the hallway. Both feature heroes of mine. One is an inspirational figure, famous across the…Jan 15, 2017Jan 15, 2017
