Tag Archives: running
But it *is* a tortoise
The other week, as I plodded through the woods, I saw a tortoise. It’s probably important to note at this point that I don’t run with my glasses on, and as a result it’s a little like looking at the … Continue reading
a bit of a jump
According to Mr R, I am really, really good at coming to weird conclusions about things. Out of the ordinary noise in the house? Pretty sure it’s a ghost. Hot water not working? Boiler has broken (on this one I … Continue reading
Cornwall with the new family (not replacing the old family, more of an additional side. These brackets are for the benefit of Sister 2 who thought I might no longer need my blood family. Hopefully this covers it…)
I went to Cornwall over Easter. I didn’t even mention it, did I? It was my first extended time with the boys of Himself as a step mum (or whatever we call people who aren’t actually step parents but are … Continue reading
Maybe I should have stayed on the sofa…
This is what a run looks like when you have got really lost: To be fair, I mostly got lost because two of the roads I needed to go down looked like this: And I tried getting through the brambles … Continue reading
No trainers needed – Ithaca edition
I’m back from a week (mostly) in the sun. Time away from the laptop with family and Himself on the tiny Greek island that I love was fantabulous. Despite having been there quite a few times, I got to … Continue reading
No trainers needed
My words seem a bit small in the shadow of yesterday’s post, so I’m just going to tell you a little secret then show you some photos: The secret? I don’t always like running that much. I LOVE the feeling … Continue reading
Not my average bank holiday
This weekend was lovely and sunny. I don’t think I’ve ever said that after a UK bank holiday before; I’m not sure anyone has… Himself and I made the most of it. We went to the pub for good food … Continue reading
Stupid, soggy, but smiley
One thing I like about running is that in lycra, everyone is on an equal playing field. You can’t tell who has money, who has a high powered job, you can’t even tell who is actually good at running as … Continue reading
Exercise-ness
In Bumpkinsville I had my lovely yoga class, my very happy fitball class, and a fantastic group that I ran with each week. In Beachville, things have been a bit more tricky. I joined a yoga class, but the focus … Continue reading
The recognised link between cake and running
Himeslf is a runner. I am a lolloper. Before I moved to Beachville we talked about – once he was all London marathoned out – getting me to a level where I could attempt a half marathon. Weeellllll…talking and doing … Continue reading
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