Is it worth it?
Is it worth all the hours of training and the buckets of sweat?
Of course it is. It’s just that sometimes when it’s dark or you’re feeling tired and weary and quite frankly there’s a bottle of something chilling in the fridge, there really is no option about whether to run or not. (more…)
Many women love, love, LOVE shoes. They covet them, obsess over them, collect them, talk about them and occasionally wear them. That’s nothing new, but when you assess your shoe collection full of flats, heels, sensible shoes, Saturday night shoes and the rest, how many pairs of trainers are in there? (more…)
It’s been a while.
Since the beginning of December I’ve had both of the flu-like viruses that have been doing the rounds, suffered the demands of Christmas and been snowed in for what seemed like weeks. (more…)
I started running when I was approaching 40 and decided that the best parts of my life weren’t necessarily behind me.
I’ve been entering and running races for three years as they’re a great way of making me train, of pushing my distances and, when I can muster the effort, of increasing my training. (more…)
As another London marathon comes and goes, it brought back lots of fond – and not so fond! – memories of my big day, when I completed the marathon 4 years ago. I’ll never forget standing there, waiting for the starters gun, while loudspeakers pumped out the Rocky theme tune, otherwise known as The Eye of the Tiger, to get everyone psyched up! (more…)
I love exercising by myself. I like to pound out my stress on the streets and foot paths of London, and clear my mind of the day’s frustrations. I cherish my ‘me’ time as a means to help me stay sane and balanced-ish! And yet… sometimes it’s nice to chat, y’know? (more…)
When I run I think, I make decisions, I plan and organise and draft what I’m going to write in my next blog.
When I’m running, generally the only things that are required thinking are ‘lift foot, put foot down, lift foot, put foot down’, plus the occasional ‘avoid pot hole/curb/obstruction’, which makes it easy to give my brain free reign to churn over the daily activities. (more…)
English weather. It can be a bit rubbish sometimes, can’t it? Much as we’d all like the English climate to have more in common with the South of France than the North Pole, the challenges of exercising in England can also bring unexpected delights. (more…)
