Yeah, thanks mate, I know I LOOK tired. I AM tired. To be honest, no one really wants to be told they look tired do they? Even if it’s coming from a place of total love and concern. Because when you tell someone they look tired, what they hear is: “you look like sh*t love.… Continue reading Rest Days
I watch quite a lot of Teen Titans Go – it’s about the only TV programme that me, my 8 year old daughter and my 4 year old son can actually all get on board with. Beast Boy is my favorite OBVS. He just IS. Anyway, there’s an episode where Kid Flash wants to join… Continue reading Operation Superbuff and what I learned from Teen Titans Go
The last time I wrote about doing junior parkrun with my 8 year old daughter Evie, we were going through something of a trying time (you can read about it here). She just didn’t seem to be enjoying it, and I was pretty much thinking, OK, that’s the end of that, then. I tried and… Continue reading Further adventures running with my daughter.
You might want to settle down, grab a cuppa and a caramel wafer (I swear this blog is not actually sponsored by Tunnocks, but we all have dreams, if I mention them enough just maybe….) and get comfy because my marathon write-ups are usually pretty long and my fourth one is proving no different. I… Continue reading Abingdon Marathon 2018 – Trust the Training!
Yes, I KNOW this one isn't going to have universal appeal. I could shoehorn something in for my male running friends, but I REALLY don't know which plasters are best for stopping horrendous nip bleed. And I'm just going to recommend Vaseline for like, EVERYthing else, because I don't want to think about specific male… Continue reading Marathon proof make-up
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about expectations: the pressure we put on ourselves to run ‘for a time’ and what this means to us, and how this affects us whether we do or don’t achieve that time. Also how our expectations of ourselves change over time. Whether that’s being really affected by not getting… Continue reading Expectations – a tale of two half marathons
I never really had any sporting heroes. There are people that I admire, and like to see doing well and now that I run I’d probably pee my pants if I was ever in the same postcode as Paula Radcliffe or Mo Farah… but I don’t generally view sports people in the same way as… Continue reading Heroes