Category Archives: exercise
A different view on running
Going for a run in Bumpkinsville was mainly about the greeness and the wildlife. I’ve been mostly running around a lovely park since I got here, but thought I should explore a bit more. Today’s run couldn’t have been further from … Continue reading
Braving Beachville yoga
I’m not very good at meeting new people. I’d rather Norman gouged my eyes out than have to walk into a room of people that I don’t know on my own. If I don’t stutter when I try talking, I say … Continue reading
Week 1 in Beachville
It’s been a week. The good news is that Norman, Himself and I seem to be managing pretty well with our change in living arrangements. There isn’t really any bad news, now that Norman has stopped crying. Despite the drugs … Continue reading
The chaos of me
I’m a creature of habit. I don’t like change one little bit. I don’t even like it when my yoga teacher suggests trying out a new place for my mat in our class. I do fit ball on a Monday, … Continue reading
Unexpected running smiles
Sometimes when I run, it’s just about distance and time and getting back to work or to get stuff done. Sometimes it turns into lots of smiles though. Like knowing I’ve rescued another local worm, or replanting a bulb that … Continue reading
Catch up
This last week has been busy. Norman has taken a while to settle in at Mum and Dad’s: But we’re pretty much there now, and with a much bigger space to work in, he can supervise more effectively: He’s still … Continue reading
Really real running
A while back I was told I was a real runner as I’d managed to acquire my first blister. I was then called something else entirely when I put a plaster on the blister, ran again and got a blister … Continue reading
Packing observations
I started packing properly on Friday. So far I have learned: It doesn’t matter how much you have taken to charity shops or the tip in the last few months, you can still have way more shit than any one … Continue reading
Fires, fun and a few incidents
This weekend has been one of those of two halves – the grown up normal stuff and the Pog stuff. Friday night, Himself and I went to a pub in the next village along that I’ve been to once in the … Continue reading
The same but different
You may have noticed that I really love Bumpkinsville. The space, the greeness, the quiet (when the neighbours aren’t making enough nose for an entire town). I love that I can appreciate it all when I run or cycle rather … Continue reading
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