The gloves are on, the gloves are off…

My hands were, to be honest, a bit chilly, but the end was in sight. Less than five kilometres to go...

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Running confession

Bless me, dear Universal Consciousness, for I have fallen from the trail. It has been nearly two weeks since my last run.

Running short (of French)

I may have mentioned I run. In my long-story-short style, because I don’t want to bore you and do want to get to the point - which is about speaking French (or not), here’s brief history of my running (or also not!): Birth to teens: not ‘sporty’. Ran a longer run once st school & … Continue reading Running short (of French)

Running in the Rain

I started writing this way back in Bristol. I'd forgotten about it. But with my new, post ski-season return to running, I decided to put the fear of it being imperfect away and 'ship' it (as Seth Godin puts it). I don't write heaps of poetry, I'd like to do more. When I do write … Continue reading Running in the Rain

RUN!

This is my favourite picture of me, by my youngest daughter. She's done much fancier pictures, more detailed, more colourful - but I just love this. I love that my girls associate me with running.  I love that they are growing up knowing that sometimes Mummy comes first, and running comes first. I love that they want to … Continue reading RUN!