2017 is the year of the Bark. I don’t mean the stuff you find protecting trees or bellowing straight out of a dogs mouth. We’re talking CHOCOLATE Bark. Move over cake pops, macarons and cronuts, there’s a new
Hiya, I’m writing this with a heavy heart and a refusing to heal fast sprained ankle. If you’ve been keeping up to date with my London Marathon training escapades, then you’ll know that in recent months and weeks, I’ve gone
Mothering Sunday is THIS Sunday. That came around quickly didn’t it? If, like most of us, you’re a busy bee and haven’t yet had the time to even think about what to get your Mum as a thank you
I’m currently sat at my living room table writing this. One leg is positioned, flat footed on the wooden floor. The other is elevated on a chair, wrapped in what a friend of mine described as, ‘Brexit Bandage’.
Hiya! There’s now less than 50 days to go until the London Marathon. I thought by now I’d have this training thing totally nailed. But – I haven’t. With just one long run in the last 2 weeks, I’m panicking
Hiya, So, I’m sat here feeling a bit disappointed in myself to be entirely honest with you. I had a grand plan to get up early, get a power packed breakfast down me and go for an 8-10 mile run.
Right. I just want to clear something up. When us girls say we don’t care about Valentine’s Day, and that it’s more important and meaningful to show our love all year round, some of us are blatantly lying. We blooming
HELLLOOOO. HI. It’s been a while since my last post, and firstly, I thought I’d let you know that I’ll be posting A LOT more this year. YAAAAAY. Now for the bad news…. It’ll be mostly FITNESS related. Gross, right?
Is it time to grow up? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself repeatedly, for what feels like forever. The answer has always been a stoic ‘NO!’, but maybe that’s because I associate being grown up with being
Stop the press. There’s only 100 days until Christmas. BASH MY BAUBLES AND CALL ME MARY. How did that happen? In 100 days, we’ll be waking up (probably massively hungover after too many ‘festive’ Jagers at the local), tentatively heading