Running is a strange, masochistic sort of activity. I realised today that I’ve never blogged about it before, which is silly really because I’ve been running (jogging/plodding) regularly for 5 years now.
I’ve got a little while before I start work so, seeing as I just paid to renew my blog domain name, I thought I’d whack out a short post.
According to Christian tradition, Lent should be a time of quiet self-reflection and prayer. With this in mind, I decided to turn my metaphorical gaze inwards – and in doing so, I found a dark, empty space. A dark, empty space about the size and shape of a 500g bar of Galaxy chocolate.
I’m taking a quick break from novel writing (it’s going terribly, by the way) to update you on this year’s sugar-free Lent challenge. I’m 1.5 weeks in and I’ve hit a plateau. This week was my ‘time of month’ (I don’t know why we call it this. It sounds like it should be the highlight of theContinue reading “My body the fat sponge”
I’ve made it a week without any sugar! I literally had children waving bananas and fistfuls of Jelly Babies in my face on Sunday during the Eastbourne Half Marathon and still I remained true to my promise to shun all sugar for Lent. In all honesty I probably should have just had a Jelly BabyContinue reading “One week, one half marathon, no sugar”
Day one of my ban on sugar is over. So far, I’m absolutely fine. I’m still alive, still sort of plump. I haven’t descended into a shaking, sweating, angry mess yet. After reading extensively about the effects of giving up sugar I was actually expecting something a bit more interesting than this. People report headaches,Continue reading “Life without sugar is pretty sweet”
So this is how it ends. This is goodbye. After all the good times we shared together – the romantic dinners, the wild nights when you got me drunk (you always looked irresistible in toxic blue), the cosy evenings in on the sofa with duvets and films, the times you cheered me up when I wasContinue reading “Six weeks without sugar”
After a week of feeling poorly and hibernating in my flat it’s time to accept that the year has started, there’s lots of scary grown up things to plan over the next few months AND it’s the Eastbourne Half Marathon in exactly eight weeks.
Last New Year’s Eve I was in bed before midnight and up for a run before dawn. I was Ms McSmuggington Smug Face. The smuggest of all the smug joggers in their fancy high-vis leggings they got for Christmas.
Apparently Alicia Keys doesn’t wear make-up to fancy awards ceremonies any more and it’s made headlines.