My gut is 42 inches round, my waist is 39 and i’m tipping the scales at 13 Stone 12. This morning I ran 2.51 km through the drizzle of a Dartmoor summer. In 11 months and 2 days I will be starting a run that will cover 49.7 km. South 2 North is happening. Continue reading
It has been awhile. Things have changed, they oft times do. Continue reading
The Alarm has been set, thirty minutes past six in the morning I will be ripped from my slumber to don prepared clothing and stagger outside into the dark, to run.
My head is on a loop – It is raining, I have 3Km to run, It is raining, I have 3km to run… I know it’s not winter, the rain will be warm, as I flail around getting myself into my running gear I have mentally run through the playlist for todays run, there is only one choice. It is not November, nor is it a hard rain,
Four tiny little kilometres, just four, but the problem is I can see every step that I will have to take on this circular run, sometimes running is all about the head, not the legs.
My legs are leaden and my mind is dull, I cannot run. I have to walk the 2.5km back to the car. 24 hours ago I breezed my way down the 3km long track, but now my shins have said “NO!”
The alarm on my phone went off, 7am light poured through the window, confusion poured through my fuzzy head. Why the hell had drunk me set a 7am alarm?
The front door opens and Lilly is off like a shot, the rope lead runs out and with a snap Yanks me out of the doorway into the light morning drizzle, off we go then… Continue reading
A break, a chance to reset, pause and reflect amongst the peaceful hubbub of forest life, and in sharing this idyl with the boys and their energy, a chance to recharge and see through different eyes.
Sometimes life can be quite exhausting, overwhelming and downright crap. The universe likes to be in balance, so say hello to Lilly – my fur ball of joy and new running partner.