Ash

It was Ash Wednesday this week.

Now to my (many and wonderful) free church friends, Ash Wednesday may not even be on the radar as a date to remember, let alone observe with liturgies or services.

However, my faith has taken a beautifully scenic route from Methodism, through Catholic school, high and low Anglican churches at uni to the fab Family Church in Portsmouth where I'm now well and truly planted.

I have fond memories of Ash Wednesday mass at school, lining up with the rest of my form for a big smudge of last year's palm crosses on my forehead- an hour out of lessons and a good marker for the start of the Lenten season of fasting.

I have done some successful (and some less successful) lent fasts in my time. Some motivated by earthly factors (fasting chocolate, crisps and biscuits definitely was more about my waistline than about Jesus!), some with great results in my walk with God (the social media fast has always been a winner) and some that just made me ridiculously angry and difficult to be around (cheese in my final year of Uni- I'm looking at you! Sorry Jo, Anna, Dave and Alice- I now know that cheese and I are lifelong partners and should never, ever be parted).

In all seriousness though- that was about as deep as Lent got for me. I'd crack into a lent devotional- sometimes fast, sometimes not, and enjoy the changing seasons and the approach of Easter- my favourite festival in the Christian calendar.

This year, it's been different. (Understatement of the century!)

The verse I've been standing on since everything fell apart in September last year is Isaiah 61:3 
" to comfort all who mourn,
3     and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
    a planting of the Lord
    for the display of his splendor." (Isaiah 61:2-3, emphasis mine)
Ash has been something I've thought about and prayed over a lot more in these last few months- if I'm believing for something beautiful to come out of ashes- then I need to understand and comprehend what this 'ash' is.

I read this beautiful blessing for Ash Wednesday this week, and it puts it into words better than I can:

Blessing the Dust

A Blessing for Ash Wednesday

All those days

you felt like dust,

like dirt,

as if all you had to do

was turn your face

toward the wind

and be scattered

to the four corners

or swept away

by the smallest breath

as insubstantial—

did you not know

what the Holy One

can do with dust?

This is the day

we freely say

we are scorched.

This is the hour

we are marked

by what has made it

through the burning.

This is the moment

we ask for the blessing

that lives within

the ancient ashes,

that makes its home

inside the soil of

this sacred earth.

So let us be marked

not for sorrow.

And let us be marked

not for shame.

Let us be marked

not for false humility

or for thinking

we are less

than we are

but for claiming

what God can do

within the dust,

within the dirt,

within the stuff

of which the world

is made

and the stars that blaze

in our bones

and the galaxies that spiral

inside the smudge

we bear.

—Jan Richardson

from Circle of Grace

The stanza that really resonated with me this week was:

"This is the hour

we are marked

by what has made it

through the burning."

It is so easy to feel that there is nothing left of my old life- that everything was destroyed and went down in flames (the helplessness to act or do anything to stop a fire is part of why I feel so drawn to this concept of ash), but that is not the case. I have been left with ashes, and I know the One who spoke the universe into existence from nothing. He can and will make something beautiful from these ashes: I just need to wait and see what that something is.

With these thoughts churning in my belly, I felt really drawn to mark Ash Wednesday this year- something I haven't done since Uni. I saw that the Cathedral had a liturgy for Ash Wednesday 5.30-6.30 which fitted perfectly before a friend's birthday party just across the road at Gunwharf. So, in the name of spiritual development and taking risks, I took myself off to what turned out to be a lovely communion service including 'imposition of ashes' (sounds like they hold you down and force ashes onto your head but I promise the reality is much more genteel and british than the verb suggests!)

The vicar preached a really great message on fasting, but one part stood out to me in particular. She spoke about the purpose of a fast being to create an absence in your life which draws and recentres your attention back to God and His goodness- new, novel spaces in which He can move. She ran through the usual list of things you may want to fast, then said that anyone ill, suffering or grieving is already in an unchosen lenten season- which may have been going on for far longer than 40 days. I had never thought of my current life season as an 'unchosen lent' but the thought really resonated with me. There is a lot missing from my life at the moment- I may not have chosen to give things up but their absence is felt nonetheless.

I really feel a comfort and peace about choosing, in this Lenten time, to hold those absences, those spaces, up to God and letting them point me back to Him and His goodness. It's so tempting to fill them- to take the lack and the grief away and to stay busy busy busy- but this Lent, my plan is to rest in my lack and in my 'gaps' and to let God move in them- even when it hurts.

In other, less holy news, I highly recommend a fringe for all 'stealth ashing' you may wish to conduct! I merrily chilled with friends for the rest of the evening with a big ashy smudge on my face and noone was any the wiser!

No Ash    -       Ash

F words

Sorry for the punny title (#sorrynotsorry) but I've just returned from a 5 hour drive to Kent and back, and I've been chewing a few things over in my mind!

Fear is something I've been well acquainted with for most of my life. I'd hazard a guess that my parents would have described me as an 'anxious child' on many an occasion. Panic attacks and 'phobias' were a fairly regular occurrence of bedtime and my thought processes from around age 9 or 10 until I was 20 or so. It didn't help that I am a perpetual and exceptionally prolific over-thinker: something I've learned about myself over time is that anxiety seems to be the consequence of not keeping my brain suitably occupied- it will turn on itself as it were and find anything at all to worry about: money, relationships, nuclear armageddon, Trump etc. Even as a committed Christian and fairly well 'adulting' young professional, anxiety has always been my Achille's heel- before presentations, performance management or even just robust conversations with colleagues I've often had to fight hard and long to avoid falling into the 'panic pit'.

The thing underpinning any of the fears relating to myself was usually either a fear of death or a fear of failure. Death took care of itself as my faith grew and I gained an understanding of where I believe I'm going... but the fear of failure in the here and now wasn't going anywhere, and was really affecting my life.
My fear of failure had actually served me quite well in my life so far: As and A*s at GCSE and A level, merits and distinctions in music exams, first class honours degree- unfortunately the material gains it gave me was always balanced  with the emotional pressure I was putting myself under.
I was perfectly functional and successful in my day to day life- getting promoted at work, leading ministries at church and blessed with a great friendship group- but ticking away under it all like a time bomb was my fear of failing at it- at my job, at being a friend, at leading.
My fear of failure was so extreme that at times it almost kept me in situations that were counterproductive, and nigh on dangerous (in terms of emotions and stress levels) as I refused to stop doing things and be labelled a 'failure'.
Then, last September, my entire life collapsed in on itself, or so it felt at the time. As the dust has settled, and the air has cleared, I realised my whole life didn't collapse- but one, key, central, load bearing pillar of it is no longer in place and as a result some serious restructuring has had to take place.
I had to face my fear. For one of the first times in my life- the worst had actually happened. It was over my head and outside my control but I had failed at something (in terms that something that had once worked now no longer did)- and the consequences were showing all over my life for the world and his dog to see.
But: (starting a paragraph with a conjunction. Uh oh  teacher fail!) My life didn't end. My friends didn't run. God was still God and He still loved me. My heart was still beating, my participants at work still needed me and slowly I realised that I was surviving this failure, and, as time moved on, not just surviving but thriving.

This in turn lead me into my 3rd F word! Freedom. Now I've conquered this fear of failure, I've never  felt so free. Now I don't feel the need to be great at things, there's so much more that I can enjoy trying and exploring without fear. Ceramics has been FULL of failures, (last week's best one was slicing straight through a plate that had been air-drying nicely for a week and was about to be fired). I'm relearning skills I haven't used since I was in school, playing more music, singing more songs, learning drums and signing up for crazy long walks (120km with a bestie in April) and mad running challenges (there's a half marathon in my future at some point this spring- still working out when!). I'm able to write honestly about how I feel (like I am doing here) because I'm not worried if the people reading this think I've failed or not. I feel like I'm finally beginning to understand what Jesus was talking about in John 10:10  "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." I have not been killed or destroyed- I am living my life and living it abundantly.
There are a few more 'F' words that are helping me;

The primary thing that has kept me walking through this season of rubble and dust is faith that this is not my destination: it's just a particularly messy and odd part of the journey. As a Christian, I believe that God's plans for me are good- and that what I'm currently walking is not what He planned or chose for me. However- He makes beauty from ashes (Isaiah 61:3) and I'm excited to see how  He can make something this messy beautiful!

I am not kidding when I say I have the BEST family and friends. They laugh with me, cry with me, run with me and eat with me on a weekly if not daily basis. They have hosted me, dragged my butt to therapy, prayed with me, encouraged me, read me the riot act when I'm down in the dumps and cheered my every step along this new path. Even if I never had another penny- I'd still be rich indeed from the amazing people I get to do life with! (Soppy burst over!)

When the anxiety rears it's head, a decent run or swim is always a great way to shut it back up. I'm a ridiculously slow runner (and swimmer)- so theoretically a 'failure' in that regard- but running and swimming is such a win for me I couldn't care less about how far or fast I go. Combined with my other 'fs', fitness is a key way for me to look after myself both physically and mentally.

So- I'm guessing none of these were the F words expected from the title! Living life free, vulnerable and honest about where I'm at is still a new thing for me- but here's to the journey! Onwards and upwards.

Self Care (Unforced Rhythms of Grace)

Sorry for another huge hiatus!
A lot has happened and changed in my world since I last blogged.
Man V Horse went well- and that's all I'm really willing to say about the past 6 months on a forum as  public as this: those of you who know me in real life may know more, those who don't, don't need to worry about it!

Anyway, in honour of Talk for Change day today, I thought it was time to come out of my self-imposed blogging pause and talk about something I've been learning a LOT about in the past 6 months: self care.

Now, ironically, this has formed a big part of my work in the past 18 months, I work with my trainees a lot around managing their own well being for resilience, handling stress effectively and achieving a strong work life balance.

However,  I've never been good at practicing what I preach, and lived most of the past 10 years or so at approx 110 miles an hour, flooring it from when I woke up in the morning (often around 5.45) until I fell back into bed around 11,often working at 2 jobs in the course of a day.

Circumstances last autumn caused me to stop, reassess my life, and make some radical changes in how I viewed and looked after  myself.

Matthew 11:28-30 MSG

I realised that I needed to take the 'real rest' described  in Matthew 11. I was great at showing grace  to others, but absolutely terrible at showing it to myself. I was my own task master, critic and worst enemy- and I needed to learn to live 'freely and lightly' as Jesus describes here. I ended up in therapy with a great therapist, and her refrain for the first few months was 'Sarah, you need to be your own best friend!'

Well,  I was clueless about how to do that- so in the hope that it helps someone else- here's how I've gone about re-organising and restructuring my life to ensure  that I am living these 'unforced rhythms of grace' and loving myself as well as I aim to love others!
In my head, I've split what I do into caring for myself Mind, Body and Spirit. Obviously some of my activities help with more than one but hey, we've got to start somewhere and a badly organised blog is better than no blog at all!

Mind:
1) Therapy. Everyone should go to therapy! I have the most wonderful, Christian Gestalt therapist. She is a hard taskmaster but a great woman and she has been of tremendous help of late.

2) Morning Pages. I can't do mindfulness- I think too much! Seriously- it's not for lack of trying. Enter morning pages. 3 pages of A4, longhand, every morning by hand. Sounds crazy right! Well, in 4 months of practicing morning pages I've discovered that there is no bad day or gloom you wake up in that can't be at least processed, understood or somehow helped by 3 sides of writing. It clears my mind, centres my thinking, clears the way for my creativity and gets me ready for the day. I never would have dreamed I'd be able to find 30 mins (ish) per morning to do this- but now wouldn't be without it! Don't knock it til you've tried it.

3) Making. Ceramics, crochet, sewing, reupholstery, writing- you name it, I'm happier if I'm making it. Taking time to keep a scrapbook, record ideas and projects as they come to me, and leaving enough space in my schedule to go to ceramics once a week and get some making done at the weekend definitely keeps me balanced.

some of this course's ceramics

4)  Treacle. Yep-officially a mad cat lady! Just a little 'chat' and cuddle with this naughty one is enough to put a smile on my face.

Body:
1) Exercise. On a bad day, even just a walk will do! Ideally, running/swimming/lifting weights is something I really enjoy. A decent long run outside with my girlies can put the world to rights! Call it endorphins, but the world really is a better place once you've been for a good run!

2) Face care. I've used simple facewipes for years, but decided it was time to show my skin some love. I now have a lovely, organic, pampering face care routine from Liz Earle- it's like a little treat to myself each time I do my face morning and evening. I especially love their night time oil- smells divine!

3) Night time tea. This one in particular. A cupful whilst I do my devotionals is always a good start to a decent nights sleep

4) Socks. Silly I know, but a soft, cuddly pair of bedsocks is an utter winner for making me feel all cosy and relaxed! I've got quite the collection!

5) Vegetables. When I plan what  I eat, and make sure that most of each meal is veg, I feel way better in myself. Also, I'm one of those odd people who genuinely just loves vegetables! Any veg, any way- delicious.

Spirit:
Last but most definitely the most important! How can I go about resting and caring for my spirit?

1) Prioritising my devotional time. In previous attacks of depression and/or anxiety, this has been one of the very first things to go. This time round, that wasn't an option! I've moved my devo time to the evening (never been a great morning person!). I read the HTB bible in a year on the bible app, you can get it here. I like that the devotionals are a really good length and can point things out to me that I'd not notice for myself, especially on a down or stressed day.

2) Journalling. My evening journalling is also super-important 'Sarah and God' time to process everything that's happened that day. I always write down 3 things I'm thankful for, to try and keep some perspective on life! Reading back through my journal is a great way to see how far I've come and how much good is in my life, even if it doesn't always feel that way!

3) Words- particularly scripture but also poetry and great quotes. Words have always been my love language, so I've put key thoughts and verses in different places around the house to keep me positive and plugged in! I found a lot of these on pinterest.

Postcards and Words around the house

4) Worship: Playing piano,singing, listening to music are all a great way to calm my soul and focus on God and His goodness- whatever my day is like.

5) Community. My friends rock my world. Whether it's meeting weekly at 7am for a bible study and prayer time, or hanging out watching amazon prime or the Christmas 24 channel- my friends have lifted me up, cried with me and loved on me incredibly over the past few months. It's been a journey to get vulnerable enough with them to hang out even when I'm just napping in the corner, or feeling poop. I find my strength in my community and I wouldn't be without them. (Same goes for my wonderful family but they're further away for napping purposes)

6) Church- sounds simple, but it isn't! On a bad day I know well how tempting it is to hide in the house and not go anywhere. A massive part of caring for myself is forcing myself to get out and mingle with other people who love me, care for me and are praying for me. My church have been truly like family to me in the last few months- I LOVE them!

So there you have it- a little glimpse into how I look after myself and keep my mental health and well being a priority! None of the above are non-negotiable- of course I have days where I do few/none of them, but as principles for how I can better steward myself- as part of God's amazing creation- they are pretty good for the time being!

A Nutty New Challenge

Sorry for the gap in posting!

The doctors have got me on a great new combination of medication which has got the shingles completely controlled- as you may have noticed from my recent posts on Facebook and Twitter!

In February, myself and 2 of my best friends applied to be Team Whole Earth 2016.
We didn't really know much about Whole Earth Man V Horse, but the offer of a Spa day and a personal trainer to get me over the post-shingles slump was too good to turn down, so we pinged in an application and forgot all about it!

I was heading out for a run in late February and got a call from a number I didn't recognise; usually I don't answer at all (too many PPI callers) but for some reason I picked up. I'm thrilled I did, as it was Abbie calling on behalf of Whole Earth, letting us know that we were down to the final 2 teams.

Suddenly the prospect of running through the Brecon Beacons was real- and I hadn't run more than once or twice since October-December's run of shingles!

A week or so later, and we got the email letting us know that we were successful and had been chosen as Team Whole Earth 2016! Cue giant panic at my end!

Ever since I started running, I've done my utmost to avoid running near anyone faster than me/who knows about running! The only exceptions were Great South and the triathlon, but the idea of having a trainer, or even joining a running club filled me with fear. (Hangover from the days of PE lessons!)

The first part of our Team Whole Earth experience was a fitness assessment with one of our 2 endurance coaches, Martin Yelling (his wife, Liz is our other coach.) Their website is here. I was so, so nervous coming to the assessment, even more so than going to Great South! I was scared I'd lost too much fitness and Martin would be panicking that I wouldn't get fit enough to handle Man V Horse!

I needn't have worried. Martin and Liz are possibly the nicest, most encouraging people I have met in my life! We ran our fastest mile (mine was 8.49) and chatted through our fitness background, and goals for the race (survival is my #1!) They then used this info to make our training plans.

We also met our fab nutritionist Charlotte Stirling-Reed, who talked through our diet and eating habits with us, before drawing up a bespoke nutrition plan for each of us.

On 23rd March we headed to London for the press launch, a very surreal day of exercise and peanut butter in Hyde Park! Our hours of posing, interviewing and another really great workout (with Liz not Martin that time) became this rather snazzy video:

After all the excitement of the launch, it's now been a slow and steady slog working through our training plan and getting ready for race day on 11th June! Ironically this has coincided with my busiest time at work, with lots of overnight stays and residentials, as well as 2 weekends away.

That said, I've weirdly enjoyed taking my running stuff and getting out and about exploring- as well as my usual stomping grounds of Southsea and QE country park, I've been running in Marrakesh, through Primrose Hill and along the Regents Canal in London (running past the zoo was cooler than the mansions en route!), Parkrun in Sheffield, round Sunningdale Park in Ascot, and along the canal towpath in Leeds! My strategy for running in a new city seems to be to head for the canal- it's worked so far!

Sheffield, Marrakesh , London and Leeds

It's also been a huge learning curve getting confident on hills and trails- I remember running through the Braidburn park near my parent's house in Edinburgh and making a 5k route which avoided both any hills and any grass/non tarmac surfaces! Hill reps have been an essential yet challenging element of this- luckily Lauren and Helen are always up for a quick set of hills and we definitely cheer each other on as we plod away up and down. (Except for Helen who is still cheering but definitely not plodding- the girl is quick!). We even went out on a 7 mile trail run with Martin, something I'd never, ever have imagined myself voluntarily doing a few months ago! Except for falling down the hill right at the very end, it was great, and Martin did a great job of boosting our confidence and giving us each a few pointers for the rest of our training.

Hill and Trail Adventures

It's 2 weeks to go, and I'm actually feeling alright! We had a group 8 mile trail run with Liz on Monday, something that would have seemed impossible 8 weeks ago but actually it was a really fun, enjoyable way to spend a couple of hours!

Life has eased up slightly so I'll endeavour to keep you all better updated on our Man V Horse training. I've also got a couple of recipes I've tried out with my years supply of super-yummy peanut butter- watch this space!

Run! When you can't run, walk! When you can't walk... crochet?!

Sorry for another gap! I've been entertaining myself with Christmas, round 5 of shingles, a ear infection and a sinus infection. Living the dream!

I had a fabulous break over Christmas this year- it was great to spend a nice big chunk of time with my family, Jon's family and our friends down here on the South Coast.

Treacle settling in under the tree at my Mum and Dad's house

I'd asked for predominantly fitness related gifts this year, including a new Sweaty Betty sports bra (my old one was giving me crazy eczema all down my back!), blue tooth head phones, and a lovely shiny set of kettle bells.

Unfortunately, my body had other ideas and all of the above are still sat, in their packaging, collecting dust in my living room. As shingles gave way to infections, I ended up back at the GP and have been put on strict 'rest and recuperate' instructions whilst we wait for the 10 tubes of blood they took from me to come back and, hopefully, shed some light on what on earth is going on!

Happily, lots of my friends have been very busy popping out babies, so I've had plenty of opportunities for cute crochet projects whilst resting!

Lovey comfort blanket for the newly arrived Emily

A hat for new baby Ciara and head bands for her two gorgeous big sisters

Comfort blanket for Cam (the whale rattles! I was disproportionally proud of myself for that.)

Bootees and a hat for Matthew

Over the past few days, the sun has come out and I've been out and about walking every day. I may not be running yet but I'm determined not to sit on my backside and wait for this bug to sort itself!

The weather and the sea have rewarded me for bundling up and braving the cold:

I've really enjoyed taking it slower and stopping to enjoy the beautiful sunrises. (Not too slow though- it's minus 1!)

It's quite frustrating knowing how hard I was training to start Tri at this point last year, however I know I've come from being far less fit than this in the past, and if the doctors are saying rest, rest I must.

Now who else has got a baby on the way? I need another crochet project!!

Shingle Bells, Shingle Bells, Shingles all the way...

As you may have gathered from the title (apologies for the pun- got to find my giggles somewhere!!) the last gap in posting was due to yet another bout of shingles- that's 4 in 2 years and 3 since April!

Bleargh.

The annoying yet good news, is that after a full immunology work up, it seems that the recurring shingles is 'just' due to how run down and stressed I was over my last few years in the classroom. It seems prolonged stress and insane working days will take their toll, whether you want them to or not!

After round 3 in October, I was determined to be back out and running as soon as possible- so headed out for a 5 miler about a 2 weeks after the rash had gone. Bad, bad plan! Within 24 hours the rash was back and shingles round 4 was in progress.

I've listened to the doctor this time, have taken some time to let the new medication kick in, and headed out today for my first run since the last bout. It was so, SO frustrating to be back to run-walking 4k after the great south and triathlon last year, but if it prevents a 5th episode of shingles, run-walk it is! I'm heading for a swim tomorrow (hopefully) and taking baby steps to get back into my routine!

However, those of you who know me will know that I am not one to sit around idle, so I decided to fill the increased amount of sofa-time with a new hobby- Crochet!

I've always knitted, but wanted to be able to make a blanket for our sofa, and couldn't work out how to find knitting needles big enough!

A few balls of chunky wool from B&M and a giant crochet hook later, and I was away.

Unfortunately, I hadn't accounted for my ridiculously short attention span, so the blanket is still very much a work in progress, with a little bit being done here and there.

Alongside, I've been really enjoying making some smaller projects, like this hat:

With Christmas coming, I decided to spend the sofa time making something to add to our stash of christmas decorations; enter the most addictive and wonderful crochet blog- attic 24.

In one of my rambles around Pinterest, I came across Lucy's beautiful winter wreath:

pic from Lucy at attic24

I was inspired! Something to make, full of little bits and bobs, which suited my short attention span perfectly.

I'm not a pink and purple person, so I took her design and played with the colours and design a little bit to match it better to our Christmas decorations.

I crocheted evenings and train journeys for about 3 weeks to make my wreath. This thing took a LOT of bits and bobs to make:

Weirdly, I found doing all the stripes for the wreath more annoying than the 32 leaves, or 18 little balls- evidence yet again of my appalling ability to do any one thing for longer than 5 minutes!

I was so chuffed to find a tub of tiny polystyrene toadstools for £1 whilst stocking-filler shopping at Tiger- 7 of these babies ended up on my wreath.

Once it was all done, it was time to pin all of the components in place. 

I took a break for a couple of days, then took time last night to sew everything into place. A lot of crochet fans I know hate the sewing up stage, I found it weirdly satisfying. Better than making the wreath background anyway!!

So, without further ado- here's my surviving-shingles-with-my-sanity-intact Christmas Wreath!

I am over the moon with it! I love the warm colours, the cheeky little robin in the middle and the sparkly snowflakes. Hopefully this will become a family heirloom for many Christmases to come.

So less running has made for more crochet- here's hoping for plenty of time, and health, for both over this festive season!

Slowing Down (reluctantly!)

Long time no see!

It's been a hectic few months down here past the promenade.

I've changed job, Jon's finished his masters and started his new job(s) and it's been all change, all round.

To add to the fun, I've been having a frustrating battle post shingles to get back to the fitness I was at before the pesky virus entered my world.

Long story short, I've had to scale my training right back and take it very slowly, as I've picked up a few other bugs in my post-viral state and the doctor has said to chill out and take my time rather than jumping straight back in and flooring it immediately!

plenty of opportunities to cuddle Treacle- less opportunities than I'd hoped for to compete!

To say I was gutted to miss everything I'd planned for the 2nd half of the year's racing is an understatement- I marshalled at June's triathlon with every intention of being in September's; a summer of new job, no routine and fatigue hitting after exercise and September's tri joined the growing list of 'races I missed because of ***** shingles!'

That said, I've learned so much about myself and my relationship with exercise by being forced to slow it down.
-My garmin has been gathering dust on my dressing table- I've been out running for the pure joy of running and being outside with no reference to pace or time.
- I've learned that a 1 mile run after a bug can be as big an achievement and give as huge an endorphin boost as a 10 mile run when you're well.
-I've been loving helping one of my besties get into running, and working through various bits of C25K with her.
- I've realised that it isn't training for an event, or beating a PB, or going further/harder/faster than I've ever gone before that gets me out and moving. It's the solitude, the freedom to go wherever my feet take me, the feeling that my body is doing what it was made to do and will thank me for moving a bit quicker, and knowing that I'm staying strong by exercising that makes it worth an early start or a rainy run!
- picking blackberries or wrapping up and getting out for a walk is still better than sitting in the house on your bum- it's not triathlon-or-nothing when it comes to exercise (this one has taken some work!!)

I've got a few posts saved on here; some great recipes I've adapted over the summer, my bizarre experience marshalling the baby triathlete kiddos in June and a few inspiring ladies- it's time to get back on it with blogging and keep sharing what we're up to- whether that's a triathlon or a autumn walk around the headland.

Watch this space!