Swimming outdoors

(from top left: London Fields Lido, Hillingdon Lido, Hampton Pool, Brockwell Lido) I’m between jobs at the moment and have Continue reading →

Life on crutches

Four weeks on, and my crutches are now strangely familiar. At the fracture clinic, they said to increase the weight Continue reading →

Fractured

You would think after last year, when I said I was ready for London and patently wasn’t, that I would Continue reading →

High maintenance

I’ve always thought of myself as a low-maintenance woman. I’m in awe of women who sit on the tube with Continue reading →

Palestine Marathon DNF

The plan was for Harry and I to run the race together, a mother and son team running in solidarity Continue reading →

Bodily knowledge

I had a hospital appointment this week for something completely unrelated to cancer – or that’s what I thought. For Continue reading →

Running in silence

At Groveland cross-country race yesterday morning, we started with a minute’s silence because it was Remembrance Sunday. There are always Continue reading →

Swimming

I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with swimming. I learned to swim at my primary school in Redbourn Continue reading →