Sometimes things happen when you let them. Sometimes you need a little help.
I’ve been on a decluttering binge. A ruthless rampage of recycling, re-purposing, and throwing out. It’s been a long time coming. I’m being methodical in the pursuit of less stuff. I don’t work well
I am still functioning. Still moving. Still waking and eating and going to work. And Dory keeps on singing, and we all just keep on swimming. And that is the way it is.
Tonight will be a meal at the local Chinese. I will surround myself with family and end of the week chatter. The week will disappear into the haze of weekend. I will rest, restore
It's the day after the run. I'm tired, sore and a little stiff. I'm in compressions socks and and very grateful it's my day off.
As a less than young adult, I am loving reading John Green books this year. Paper Towns, The Fault in Our Stars and Looking for Alaska have all found a place in my book
Sometimes talking about everything except the giant, awkward and uncoordinated elephant in the room is the order of the day.
There has been a sad lack of baking in the house the past few weeks. Like most other people, it's not until I stop that I realise just how much I needed to. But,
There are times when training and tapering is all. It wasn't one of those weeks. I'm good with that.
Alternative title – Four weeks to go and a dreaded lurgy of doom. Ok, that may be a slight exaggeration. Yesterday it was exactly four weeks until the half marathon. Not long. Last week I bemoaned