Doing Hard Things
I’ve been running my whole life. Not figuratively obviously. At least, that’s not a can of worms I’m willing to open today. No, in this case, I mean running in the literal sense. From my… View Post
The demon drink
I started going out-out when I was 16. I looked young for my age, I’d never had a serious boyfriend and I was woefully naive. Having just started my first job, my new friends took… View Post
It’s a marathon
This weekend I was at the London marathon. No, I haven’t miraculously progressed from a run / walk around the block to 26.2 miles. I was at this marathon as a supporter and not a… View Post
Running 2.0
Recently I’ve started running again. I say running. What I actually mean is a slow jog interspersed with lots of walking. Because the truth is, while it can take months to build up your running… View Post
On running…
I have a long history with running. My first memory of it, of the kind that wasn’t running around a football pitch or streaking across the playground with my friends, was when I volunteered to… View Post