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Killing the past won’t solve the present or the future,

but as I write this I find myself, yet again, contemplating the possibility of having all of my hair chopped off. This time, though, I’d properly 100% go for it. Sinead O’Connor/Natalie Portman style. Maybe I could do it for next year’s charity fundraising efforts? It would be a whole lot easier than running 13 miles, for sure.

Which brings me to the subject of the half marathon.

I’ve had a lot of time off from training recently and am now left with just over 8 weeks to pretty much bring myself up to race standard from scratch. I was doing really well; I’d managed 8 miles whilst keeping up my best pace of around 8mins 30secs per mile. Then I got a cold, and the frequency of my training efforts took a nosedive.

Then I felt better for a week or so and started to get back on it… and promptly caught another cold/got attacked by a second round of the first one. Second time round it came with the most horrendous cough I’ve had since I was a kid, and so that put a full stop to training for more than a week. Then once I felt better I ran a couple of short distances in the days before I had to go under general anaesthetic etc. to have all of my wisdom teeth taken out.

That was a week ago. At least one of the teeth still hurts a bit, but I plan to run tomorrow. I anticipate doing so with trepidation. For the entirety of the 2.78 miles I ran just over a week ago I pretty much thought I was going to die. I mean to the point where I genuinely considered stopping, in the middle of a deserted road, and just sitting on the ground crying like a baby.

That feeling of being utterly overwhelmed by the task I faced really made me think. At the time I was thinking much more poetically than I feel capable of today, but I mostly realized that this whole marathon thing is kinda just my life in miniature (I avoid talk of ‘metaphors’ because the word is overused and I just don’t like it).

Try hard, make progress – make amazing progress – get knocked back to a lower low than the one from which you started in the first place. Get up, try some more, claw your way up a little, lose your grip, fall back down (further still) and then…?

Well. I would like to make it quite clear that I am not, I am NOT going to give up. On June 30th 2013 I am going to run 13 miles. It is GOING TO HAPPEN, just like all those other things I am struggling to achieve. I’d take the burning muscles and straining lungs over the burning of abject terror in my blood and the straining of huge chunks of my mind hanging on by a thread, any day. Unfortunately, as I have lately come to realize, I am at some point going to have to just take the lot; I cannot keep avoiding it. Perhaps the rest won’t seem so hard after the 13 miles of lung and muscle punishment?

Here’s hoping.

And Here also, for your enjoyment, is a picture of a baby and a cat on a swing;



much love



Now I Can Go ZING When I Run

I have signed myself up to run a half marathon on June 30th this year, in aid of Leukaemia & Lymphoma Research.

I am going to run 13 miles without stopping. At 9am, on a Sunday. I also plan to do this within a highly respectable time limit.

I really needed something achievable to aim for in my life, and since it would seem I can’t rely on my mind alone for achievable goals, (damn thing keeps wanting what it can’t have, like ‘a graduate job’…) I’ve decided to rely on a combination of willpower and physical hard work instead. I am currently 10 days into my training programme, running distances of around 4 miles and keeping up an average pace of around 8 mins 50 secs per mile. So far, So good.

AND, I received this present from the charity today;


which means I never have to worry about getting run over while I train (/trampled by sheep if I collapse halfway).

I am genuinely quite excited about this whole thing. If anyone happens to be feeling like a charitable and amazing individual, you can sponsor me here.

I would be massively grateful for any donation, no matter how small. :)

Much love


Today’s Smile

Is very slightly wobbly

but Freaking HUGE.

Today, I fell 15,000 feet. The first 9,000 of those were done in 60 seconds, at 120 miles per hour.

And that feels like nothing else on earth and nothing you could possibly ever imagine or prepare for… In THE BEST possible way.

Just…. Wow.

I wanna do it again. Multiple times.

*manic grin*

Two things I learned from the experience:

A) Backflips whilst descending at 120mph are on hindsight perhaps not such a smart idea for a first jump, considering it took me well over an hour for my breathing to return to normal… but F***ing Hell Yes. ;)

B) The level of respect you come away with for your tandem instructor. Just, SO Much respect. You put your life in their hands and they sure do look after you. Didn’t even feel scared until I was standing on the edge about to jump. (Mike, I think I love you).


(Shortly after he let me steer the parachute):

Mike: How you feeling?


Mike: Best ride of your life?

Me: Definitely.

Mike: That’s my claim to fame… Anyway, you like rollercoasters?

Me: Haha, Yeah…

Mike: Let’s go through that cloud over there…

[He even gave me a little kiss on the cheek before I went home. <3]


Actually, three things.

C) That amount of adrenaline in that short space of time makes you TIRED when you finally come down. Have a giggle at me looking silly while I go and sleep, yeah?


My best awkward smile for the 'before' shot...

aaaand almost done

P.S. If you fancy being a beautiful person and helping some very good causes in relation to the above described madness, you may do so Here. I will be eternally grateful should you choose to do so; no donation too small, every little helps.  : )

Much love.

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