Facebook reminded me of something great yesterday. On 27th April 2011, I tentatively walked through the door of a popular Zumba class near my house with a friend. I’d heard about Zumba before but assumed it was basically a bunch…
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Just get up and run. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it. No pre-race faffing, night-before kit panic, pouring over training plans, nutrition strategy or pace plan. No training plan at all, in fact. Just lay your kit out, wake up, eat…
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I haven’t written much this past few weeks. Work has been busy (but brilliant), the weekends hectic and the evenings I’d usually be writing have been replaced with boxing in preparation for my fight in a few weeks. THREE BLOODY…
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When I was growing up I hated my body. I, like lots of other girls, carried a few extra pounds (still do now), and used to hide under baggy jeans and t shirts. I was a tomboy. Backwards caps, BMXing…
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It doesn’t happen the same with anything else. When I’m swimming, I don’t suddenly feel amazing half way through. When I’m boxing I’m the most knackered I’ve ever been, but the rush doesn’t come until I’m done. When I’m…
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