I’m never not going to be one of those people who doesn’t make a big fuss of their birthday. Direct quote from a colleague this week – “I’ve never known somebody get as excited about their birthday as you do. Except kids.” As somebody recovering from depression I’m gonna take my happiness where I can… Continue reading Happy Returns & Happy Things
It’s 12 weeks until the London Marathon. 12 weeks. Twelve. That’s very not many at all. Gah. Anyway, I’m now halfway through my training plan – I had a 24 week plan – so thought it was a good time to take stock of how far I’ve come and scare myself silly about how far I’ve… Continue reading London Marathon training update
I’ve spoken previously about my mental health and whilst I’m in a pretty good place at the moment, anxiety is still something I live with on a daily basis. Here are a few things I have learned about living with it. Running helps. Really helps. Like, really really helps. One run can turn me from an anxious mess… Continue reading Some things I’ve learned about living with anxiety.
Writing a 2017 goals post is a bit cliché-tastic, but I always try to write down my yearly aims and one of my goals for this year is to blog more, so, two birds one stone and all that. So, I guess I should start with the big one: Run a sub-4 hour marathon… Continue reading 2017 goals
Wow. I mean, just wow. What a weekend. The post-race, post-everything-else high is very very real and I need to capture it in words before I lose this feeling. Saturday. Saturday was parkrun day, as usual. But not so usually, I was in charge of the whole shebang at Linford Wood this week. I’d been… Continue reading A weekend to remember.
I’ve talked loads on here about the fact that I’m running a marathon next April, but what I haven’t really mentioned (on here yet anyway, you’ll already be bored to tears of me talking about it if you follow me on Twitter) is that I’m also planning to do a duathlon in January and… Continue reading On ridiculous goals
Or not, as the case may be. I’m not known for my patience (hello, always skipping to the end of a book), but when it involves not doing the one thing that keeps me sane-ish and prevents me from starting training for a marathon that I’ve only just signed up for, it straight up deserts… Continue reading Coping with Injury.