Earlier this month I had to make a tough decision. It was something I didn't want to do and something I was afraid of doing. I was scared of letting myself, my club, and everyone I knew down. But deep down I knew it had to be done. I bowed to my fate and withdrew … Continue reading Month +26: Patience
Category: Life
Month +25: Training & Priorities
My blog is late this month, recognition perhaps that sometimes our routines (as comfortable as they are) have to make way for other priorities.
Month +23: Beyond the Trails
I feel like I haven't spent much time at home lately. This is partly due to the fact that I have spent a large amount of it away, either on Scout Camp or in Devon. Devon is a long way from Staffordshire, but the 4-hour-plus car journey is a small price to pay. Life seems … Continue reading Month +23: Beyond the Trails
Month +21: Decaf, Anyone?
It's been a busy month. I've been on holiday, been to my first live music event in 4 years (hooray!) and my London marathon training has stared in earnest. My miles have gone up, Sunday long-runs are again a thing, and I'm feeling suitably tired - so much so in fact, that I forgot to … Continue reading Month +21: Decaf, Anyone?
Month +19: Rebel Happiness
It's all to easy to make poor choices about how we use our time. Do something you really want to this year, rather than rescheduling and postponing your joy.
Day +574: I Caught COVID
Earlier this month I became a statistic. Treat yourself as a priority, wear a mask and keep your distance from the great unwashed.
Month +18: Moving Slowly
Month +18: Moving Slowly - The focus is not really on the destination, but the journey...
Month +17: Improvisation & Ad-Lib
Life is a bit like flying a helicopter. I have no idea how to fly a helicopter.
Month +16: A Cure For Baldness?
If you happen to catch sight of me dancing like no-one is watching, it's just me misbehaving.
Month +14: Redefining Progress
Progress is not linear, nor is it inevitable or consistent. It was unrealistic of me to expect it to carry on indefinitely and as spectacularly as I had experienced in my first year of living with a transplant. I just kind of got used to it.





