A year in people #74 – Emma

“Tara! I need your help.” My friend Emma shouted from downstairs. “I think you need to call an ambulance.” She was staying with me after an operation in which a metal coil was put down the main (femoral) artery in her leg.  “I think something’s bleeding inside, it’s happened really quickly.” She lifted the covers... Continue Reading →

Running away

When I was a kid I was captivated with running away. Not in the traditional sense to get away from your family and hating your life, no no (I liked my life), more to 'go on an adventure'. I harboured dreams of having a bag packed and heading out into the unknown. I even persuaded... Continue Reading →

Feral children and the Death Slide

I sometimes wonder how it is that my brother and I ended up as [fairly] normal adults, because we were pretty feral children. We lived in the middle of nowhere and were given free reign to go cause chaos in the countryside. We'd spend hours outside either in the orchard, or out and about on... Continue Reading →

New Zealand: 8 months in

Well, I think it's safe to say it's been, shall we say, eventful since I landed on NZ shores eight months ago. Hell, it's been a bloody eventful year-and-a-bit ever since I decided on a whim to move to the other side of the world last year. You probably all know by now that the... Continue Reading →

Cycling the Carretera Austral, Chile

It’s Christmas 2016 and I’m running full pelt through Madrid airport to catch a connecting flight that’s about to leave (I’d already missed my original one due to delays) to take me to Santiago, Chile. I eventually arrive to find my luggage didn’t make it. I’m not surprised; delays and me catching a different flight... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Seventeen

REST DAYS GALORE this week. Rest Days are Important. Just as Important as the Running Days. It's the time for the body to repair and get stronger. I love rest days. Doing this much training means I love it when rest days come around. I'm practically squirming in my seat with excitement at not having... Continue Reading →

Training: Week Eleven

This week I turn my attention to some of the people that are running with me on my training (mainly because I want to ignore the fact I missed my long run on Sunday). They're all taking part in the self-named £2 training plan. Come help me train, give me £2 for charity. I did... Continue Reading →

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