I wasn’t going to write a post about the Loch Ness Marathon but I really want to remember every detail I possibly can, so here we are. Training had gone reasonably well. Up until mid-August I’d been really consistent, ticking off all the runs and setting PBs over all distances. Then life happened and I missed… Continue reading Loch Ness Marathon
If there’s a runner out there who doesn’t like buying new kit I’m yet to meet them. I genuinely once had to clear out some of my non-running clothes to make room for more kit. So when JD Williams got in touch to ask if I’d like to review some bits from their new sportswear… Continue reading JD Williams sports kit review
We’re embarrassingly lucky in Milton Keynes to be blessed with two equally awesome and very different parkruns, and whilst running one of them this weekend I thought it might be nice to review them both in the hopes that some of you might want to visit them one day. (I mean, whilst running my thoughts… Continue reading Milton Keynes: a town of two parkruns
The plan was to be sitting here, cup of peppermint tea in hand, merrily typing away to tell you how I’d hit my sub-50 10k target a couple of weeks ago. The cup of tea is here. The typing is not so merry. Have you tried typing with your wrist in a splint? (Another bike… Continue reading Sub-50 or bust.
I promise that I’m going to start blogging on the regular again. I have so much i want to write about – namely a couple of big upcoming races (big to me, rather than in distance. Although 10k does feel like a bloody long way when you’re 6k deep and dying on your arse), and a new-found… Continue reading A promise and a review
I’ve been a bad blogger lately. I hope you can forgive me. See, I’ve got a new role at work which involves writing and blogging (yay!) but that does mean that the motivation for writing and blogging in my spare time has waned somewhat. Never fear though, I am back on it and back in… Continue reading Food and me
You know the fried egg emoji? Two of those, side-by-side – those are my boobs. Flat as a pancake. Always have been. Except for three days post-partum when my milk came in and ‘ohmygod what are these giant boulders on my chest that are burning like the sun’. It – they – used to REALLY… Continue reading My small boobs and me.