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
I can’t believe I’ve only raced twice this year.
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.
Guilt. Oh the guilt. Parenting is full of it. Am I working too much? Am I not working enough? Is he watching too much TV? Why wasn’t I more patient with him today? One of my biggest – and most legit – sources of parental guilt though is that I’ve yet to take my four-year… Continue reading Parental guilt – the swimming edition
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.