Newport marathon: The maranoia goes next level
Oct26

Newport marathon: The maranoia goes next level

I wrote the other week about ‘maranoia’ – the special kind of paranoia you develop in the days leading up to a marathon. Because you’ve put A LOT of work in and you don’t want anything to scupper it. So every little thing becomes a worry. In the last few days before Newport marathon, the maranoia reached a whole new level. It actually started at the end of September, when my daughter finally did her D of...

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My son, travel and worry
Mar02

My son, travel and worry

My 18 year old son is very adventurous. He did the Three Peaks in under 24 hours at the age of 16. He did a 30 mile hike at the age of 14. And now he wants to travel. To be honest, he might have liked a year or a few months to travel this year. But he went and surprised us all by getting the only apprenticeship he applied for. He absolutely loves his apprenticeship and wouldn’t change it for the world, but he still has the...

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Being brave
Sep24

Being brave

When I was younger, I was pretty brave. Not daring as such, but pretty brave. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would just go. So I flew on my own at 17, I went on a coach trip to see the Levellers in Belgium when I was 19 and I went to gigs on my own throughout my late teens and early 20s. And then I had children. From the very first time I took my newborn baby son out into the world (just a short walk round the block in the pram), I...

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Stroud half marathon – a wobble
Oct23

Stroud half marathon – a wobble

As we were both feeling strong in the run-up to the Cheltenham half marathon, my husband and I agreed we would sign up for Stroud three weeks later if we stayed injury-free. To be honest, I had no idea or not if I was injury-free when I signed up for it the day after Cheltenham. Everything hurt and I could barely move. Unfortunately, my husband realised he couldn’t go after all as he had tickets for a football match. So it was...

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Worrier
May18

Worrier

I am a worrier. I think most mums are. I know some mums who worry more than me and some who worry less. I have the greatest admiration for mums who don’t worry, people who take what life throws at them and deal with it. Sadly, I am not one of those people and I would give anything to be one. Because worrying doesn’t make life better or easier. It doesn’t stop things happening, it just means you live life in a state...

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