This is a quick (!) blog post to explain the seemingly endless amount of press ups you may (or may not!) see me doing in the early mornings, and to hopefully encourage support for the charity we are raising money for. On the 22 March of this year (which happened to be Mothers Day and also marked the start of lockdown) I started a year long press up challenge. Each day that has passed since I have added one press up on a cumulative basis, so that today (now past half way) I did 188 press ups and tomorrow will do 189, and so on until I reach the 365th day. It’s best not to dwell on the total...
My Dad passed away two years ago today, on the 25th of May 2018. A month after he died I was asked to write a blog post by the very lovely Jules Dobson for the lifestyle section of her website, Village England. The theme was “home” and I wrote about the only thing I could write about at the time, my Dad’s passing away. I realised recently that the website no longer exists and so to keep his memory alive I thought I would repost it here, today. It’s a difficult read for me now but it resonates like it was yesterday. That’s the thing about grief. It never leaves you. But neither does love. I’m grateful for the things...
Crossfit used to be a fairly unpopular word in our house. Quite a few years ago the husband had joined the newly opened local Crossfit gym “Blitz” which happened to be about two minutes walk from our house. We had small children, I did exercise DVDs as and when I could. I had zero interest in joining Crossfit and actually sometimes I called him a “Crossfit bore” for talking about Crossfit so much and (this is actually pretty hilarious now) got annoyed at him if he couldn’t get into the 6am class and had to go at 5:45! “That is ridiculously early!!”, I’d complain. Every now and then he would suggest again that I should try it. “You’ll meet new...
I am not a natural skier. The people that fly down the slopes looking effortless and fearless, that isn’t me. I first tried skiing aged 33 (pre-kids!) when my husband (then boyfriend) and I went on trip to Meribel in France with our friends and I will never forget the first morning being faced with an un-pisted blue run from our chalet to the beginner slopes having never before put on a pair of skis! The husband has since said he had no idea what he was thinking and needless to say it was far from pretty. We took the long road carrying them for a few days after that. I don’t think I got past anything other than being...