Autumn’s Here… grab your thermals.

I know most people hate the cold, and for good reason. Days getting darker, the wind roars past with half your clothing [thanking the lord I am not a woman]. But it is safe to say that I love Autumn and Winter in equal measure. To demonstrate my Autumn love I thought I would share my joy in a ‘Day in The Life’ post:

[English translation – taking a few snaps throughout the day to demonstrate how much of a goofball I am and giving it a title]

Whilst I am a sucker for sun, beaches, and dodgy tan lines that last for months; there is nothing like grabbing a hot cup of tea, slouching in a jumper and keeping warm in Autumn. And as for running, I find it’s really a win-win situation! I know many runners judge effort through sweat: don’t pretend you haven’t always subtly thought that guy/girl running with alarger sweat patch is concealing more effort against their counterpart. Thankfully [in this scenario] I have been blessed/cursed with a perspiration system that makes me drip within the first 3 miles. Although this talent could have won me Oscars in ‘The Blair Witch Project’ I am glad to be running in cooler temperatures!! And as for the second win… less human traffic.

As a qualified pedestrian myself I cannot complain too harshly on this point, but every runner [I hope!] finds the congestion on paths during summer a bit of a nuisance. Not that I don’t love to sprint past groups of people to demonstrate my Usain Bolt-esque stamina and endurance, but Autumn brings a lovely peace to the roads. A peace to which I take full advantage!!

The only slight downfall is my poor running shorts. Through fear of hyperthermia I have had to tuck those bad boys into a draw ready for warmer weather… but have no fear! In their place are equally as sexy, and much-loved Thermals. Now, the image of layering up before a run probably doesn’t sound too sexy, but just you wait.

Stage 1: Apply Base Clothing

Stage 1: Apply Base Clothing

I have for you all a beautiful treat: the photographic evidence of me a) goofing around and b) layering up like a pro:

Stage 2: Apply hat to protect genetically grown Dumbo ears.

Stage 2: Apply hat to protect genetically grown Dumbo ears.

Stage 3: look like a muppet and you're ready to go!

Stage 3: look like a muppet and you’re ready to go!

After all, as those dark clouds roll over, and people’s happiness dwindles in the rain, who doesn’t love to stare at an idiot online [for the purposes of self-deprecation and your happiness, enjoy!].

Also, my love for Autumn may have something to do with the 9mile run that I just finished. No BIGGY right… ha! Ok so my pace of 9.30 per mile isn’t going to break records, but the 9 mile run is a bit of a milestone. From the guy who could barely run to catch the ice cream van, I actually feel like a runner. And strangely enough, I think I’ve caught the bug for running. It could just be the effect of colder winds, or my brain mushing away from running… but I think all the training has finally caught up with me. No longer do I run, legs flailing behind to catch up. I have finally found that mental space where I enjoy running. [I know I don’t quite believe it either, I’ll keep you updated… it could just be exhaustion playing illusions on me 😉 ]

Post run baths... like bliss for the legs. If I could sell the feeling of a bath after a long run I would have alot more donations!

Post run baths… like bliss for the legs. If I could sell the feeling of a bath after a long run I would have a lot more donations!

Now for my other reason for loving Autumn. Getting WARM!! There simply is no better, more lush, sensation than coming in from the cold after an hour+ run and sinking in excitement to my tenderly overfilled, steaming hot bath (water bill I apologise dearly). From sweating and tightness to a deep relaxation with the blissful melodies of Daughter and London Grammar [if you haven’t heard of either bands go crack them into YouTube as fast as your fingers can type and thank me later!!]. Autumn is simply my favourite transition. And lets not forget the food. NOMin’ hell, the UK was created for winter food. Sustenance and warmth is pretty much the Welsh culinary motto, and although culturally off track from my surroundings, bubbling away was one of the nicest Red Lentil and chickpea curries I’ve made to-date. Slight Disclaimer: I am no Jamie Oliver and so my best efforts probably dwindle in reality. But DAMN, it tasted good, and was definitely needed after hitting my running milestone.

Red lentil and Chickpea curry. [I know what you're thinking, a runner and a cook. Marry him up pronto!]

Red lentil and chickpea curry. [I know what you’re thinking, a runner and a cook. Marry him up pronto!]

So that’s why I currently love Autumn. As I sit at my desk, enjoying my view of the Valley toppled by overlapping clouds, and showered by the faintest lingering rain, I am recuperating the feet with a warm cuppa T and #chafing away on the blog. Feel free to drop a comment, or laugh silently at my goofish behaviour!

And please, don’t forget to check out the donation page: every pound makes a difference!!


Have a lovely Autumn evening, I know I will with the dog cwtching on my lap in a drooling mess.


Ad 🙂

[still #ChafingtheDream]





Some Sunday Love… get #Chafing

Hey folks!

Today is the day that we have opened our little blog to everyone we know.

So grab a cuppa, rip open those hobnobs, sit back, and enjoy our journey from couch to Half Marathon! 🙂

Don’t forget, this is all in aid of Help for Heroes. So check out the informational page and our bio for more details.

Keep #Chafingthedream folks 🙂

Lots of Sunday Love

Adam and Fran

[the funniest, and most tragic runners you will ever come across]

Why Run?? There are many more [easy] ways to raise money for Charity right?

What better way to begin #Chafing [my new catchy-phrase for blogging on ChafingTheDream…it’ll catch on. Just you wait!] than to begin with my love for running.

The only thing greater than my love for charity is my, newly found, love for running. Don’t worry, before you fret that this Blog consists of inspirational athleticism, I have never been a natural runner.

No I hear you say... well Yes apparently so!

No I hear you say… well Yes apparently so!

Shocking I know, and I apologise for breaking any mental images you may hold of an Adonis typing away at the keyboard.

Quite frankly, I was allergic to exercise: a sickness made worse by an unfortunate love for all things cake. Before you laugh, you can be allergic to running: Exercise Induced Anaphylaxis is the snappy title.


Life of Pi: adapted from my teenage life. IMDB it…

But no, joking aside I wasn’t allergic to exercise. Just a larger-than-life kid who grew up on the wrong side of the track [running track that is!]. But then I decided to drop the weight and begin my running adventure. An easy journey it was not, but years in I don’t think I could ever stop. However, I can’t admit to be either a professional,or evenan attractive runner: imagine a penguin crossed with a rhino bobbing away down the road, contently of course, and you are probably close to the natural wonder that is me attempting to jog.

True Story...

True Story…

So after the cheeky snap shot of my brief running life, I have decided to dedicate my running to charity. What’s better than to do what you love and help others at the same time?? A winning life formula: expect my self-help life guru book to be with you shortly!

Ok, so I’m not quite hitting philanthropist of the Globe 2013, but every little step in the right direction is good enough for me. And so here I am, currently dying at my chair, legs feeling like jello, after another run in the build up to the Cardiff Half-Marathon in October. Nothing too crazy to report on todays run, no fellow joggers outside [probably enjoying their evening in the sane way, out of the rain]. Just me, my waddle, and my ipod blaring Rudimental across the Welsh valley hills.

So wish me luck, I’ll be posting more comical #Chafes [it will catch on!] for you to enjoy soon!!

Please feel free to drop a comment, any training tips, music suggestions or inspirational words of wisdom.

Muchos love,

Ad 🙂