Running recovery
Aug28

Running recovery

It’s just a few days to the Cheltenham half marathon and I’m at the point where I’m ready for it to be over. I love running and will always run, but the very long distances needed to train for a half marathon are starting to take it out of me. That’s why I decided to only do one half marathon this year, rather than my usual two. My problem is my recovery. Or maybe it’s the fact that I don’t have any...

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The Gallery: Summer
Aug27

The Gallery: Summer

In many ways, I haven’t enjoyed this summer holiday as much as usual. Apart from actually going on holiday to Padstow, it’s just drifted past. We haven’t really done anything and we certainly haven’t made the most of the break and our time together. It felt like the first two weeks were over in the blink of an eye and the rest of it has just drifted along. Maybe it’s because I’ve been struggling to...

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Bedtime tummy ache
Aug27

Bedtime tummy ache

Sometimes it seems like my lovely daughter – the clever girl, the confident dancer, the girl who shines in everything she does – leads a double life. There’s the daytime daughter, the one everyone knows, and there’s the night time daughter. The one only her family sees and, to be honest, only I really take much notice of. This is the daughter who worries about keeping things tidy and who can’t get to...

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Running the Camel Trail
Aug26

Running the Camel Trail

I love the summer holidays, but having the kids at home isn’t exactly conducive to training for the half marathons I always do in September. I run on Sundays and, if I’m lucky, my husband will go into work a bit late on a Thursday so I can run then. But this doesn’t happen every week. So our annual holiday in Padstow always gives me a bit of extra time to train without worrying about childcare, plus a handy nearly-12-mile route, in...

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Beach fail
Aug25

Beach fail

I’ve always liked the idea of sitting on a beach quietly reading my book. It’s what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it? It’s also something I’ve never managed, but we can all dream. Funnily enough, my husband seems to manage to ‘rest his eyes’. He’s either chucking a frisbee, kicking a ball, walking along the beach or ‘resting his eyes’. But I’m the one digging, walking the kids down to the sea, sorting the kids out with food and drink,...

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