Pop. The. Cork.
If you sit in a café round here, watching curvy, smiling middle-aged mums in floral dresses munching cupcakes and chatting about nail polish, don't be too surprised if you see the same women pounding along the cycle path the next day, carrying a backpack full of water and completing their twentieth mile of the day.
It's a slog on sore feet, breaking toenails on burning tarmac and watching stronger, faster athletes disappear over the horizon.
This is the best book I've read in a decade.
My TBR is a monster of many parts.
Possibly the most fun group run I've ever done.
Having a “mid-life crisis” might be a very sensible, strategic, and exciting thing to do.
Fabulous. Fun. Funny. Beautiful. Easy. Gorgeous.
When I don't know where to turn, this is where I end up.