Nothing to see here, everything is completely normal
Signing up to run a six-point-something km race dressed in a Santa suit seemed like a brilliant idea in October.
It was DEFINITELY a brilliant idea when we arrived in Battersea Park! You have no idea of the total joy that comes from wandering into a park feeling a bit cold and “it’s 9am on a Saturday WTF” to be greeted by an ocean of identically-dressed runners. Continue reading
Where’s Wally? Wearing the bobble hat, obvs (Photo: The Mousdashe)
I like to claim that I never get ill, conveniently forgetting the three or so times a year that I get flu and then wig out completely, but my running since the fun-size Snickers has been utterly sabotaged by, if not being bedbound, then having symptoms that made running extremely unlikely. I went running on my birthday at the start of November, but since then my running has all but petered out, with me just going “Oh, I’m a bit tired now” and stopping where once I would just have carried on going, like Dory with feet. Continue reading