A Marathon At Midnight

“You know what J, I might have a glass of wine with dinner tonight.” 🍷🙋🏼‍♀️ “You go for it my dear.” He replied “I certainly wi… oh no, wait.” “What?” “We’ve got to run a marathon after dinner.” “Oh Yes, we have.” he smiled. It was an easy thing to forget 🤦🏼‍♀️....

It's not you, It's me. And it's over.

Better late than never for a final blog post, I’d say. Although it feels like I’ve been back in the UK for a lifetime, it’s only actually been 7 weeks. How quickly life slips back into ‘normality’ (whatever that means). I often liken finishing an adventure to a break...

Mind games in the final month

Jees Louise, I am tired. And it occurred to me that in my barefoot running, sunset snapping, unicorn pant wearing daily shares – that might not necessarily come across. So I thought I owed you all a little shot glass full of honesty. The reality of entering the...

Whangariro: From Whanganui to Tongariro

If Carlsberg made rivers, they would make the Whanganui. It really is everything a river should be: Wet, winding, steep-banked, gorge-framed, tree-lined, tumbling and with a flow that can change from gentle stream to raging torrent on the flip of a dime. But I know,...
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