If I hear one more person say 'god, I just get so depressed at the end of the weekend', when in essence they've just got the hump that nothing decent is on after Dancing On Ice...
It feels like 1998 and I'm bloody loving it.
if you were to do a recce of my calorie intake over the last 8 days I'd qualify for World's Biggest Loser and give Rik Waller a run for his money.
...and it ain't a glittery muffin, thanks.
So, little marathon training update for everyone - this week I smashed my first 7 miler. Which for someone who couldn't run 4 metres in October without getting a stitch felt pretty fecking remarkable to tell you the truth. But obviously over the course of an hour and a half (yes, yes I ran for … Continue reading All that running rage
So, obviously we know the reasons for me joining up for the marathon were; a) rash, to say the least. b) the product of quite a lot of wine. However, I didn't really consider how ill prepared I was for this whole running malarky. So if anyone's reading this that's about to embark on a … Continue reading The things they forget to tell you about running before you start.
I don't do new year's resolutions. What's the point? Setting restrictions on yourself that make you just want to reach for the bottle or the cake more than you would have done normally. Set goals for yourself that are often massively unrealistic and only set you up for a fall and a 70 quid … Continue reading Style over substance (s)