Warning there are numerous mentions of my arse in this blog ....however there are also plenty of references to dungarees, flat shoes, bikes, snot and clumsiness. On my birthday I landed on my face, it hit the pavement and since then I have been using the excuse "I have a head injury" to explain all… Continue reading Arse about Face.
12 years ago tonight I gave birth to Moo. There was no selfies, Instagram,Facebook, Twitter, or memory sharing facility so on this day none of my social media prompts me to "time hop" It was a time before cutie pregnancy pictures (I think there exists 1 picture of each of my pregnancies) no baby showers… Continue reading And then there was Moo…..5hrs 47 mins
I can pinpoint exactly when I developed my fear of the start line, I was 5 it was sports day I was convinced I would do a false start in the running race. I concentrated so hard I heard the bang of the start gun and I ran. Half way down the track I became… Continue reading Walk me to the line
The furthest I had run between up to the age of 33 was 1500m at school. I am asthmatic (this is no excuse as so is Paula!) The first time I went for a run I managed 11 mins and thought my lungs were on fire. I say I run but it's more like jogging.… Continue reading Queen of slow: running credentials
It started with a text "Your entry to the VLM2014 has been accepted" If I had entered that would have been great news! Having not entered, recovering from a broken arm, and having run 4 miles since Xmas.....my reaction was to get very cross. Then there was a phone call "Boom what the hell have… Continue reading One foot in front of another