I love a bit of race bling. I've always thought it's symbolic of the effort I've put in, both in terms of my training and the race itself. In the past I've always run for me, whether I've run as a member of a formal running club or more recently on my own. It's always… Continue reading Racing…is it all about the bling?
I want to put this out there at the top of this post. I love the boys to bits and would do anything for them. This includes when the eldest reverses up to me to ask me to check his pants for skid marks...whilst I'm sat down for dinner. Or when he finishes a poo… Continue reading Why this mumma runs