“For that price I’d hope it walks 10,000 steps a day for me!” – Christa Kaizer, Jan 2018 (pre-Ionic)
HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all. A warm welcome back to regular readers and a huge hello to new ones! I hope you got more for Christmas than just a few extra pounds on the scale… T’is the season to be Jolly, after all, and it happens to the best of us.
It’s time to kick start the new year the best way I know how and I’m taking you with me – so let’s get right into it!
Heartbreak: Hollywood glamorises it and singers make millions from it. I always thought there was something romantic about fighting for someone, winning them back. But there is no romance in trying to convince someone to love you, or the struggle to get out of bed in the morning, fighting back the tears in the middle of a busy shop, or avoiding eye contact with the person sat opposite you on the train to work.
You’re celebrating your 18th birthday in a room full of people you love, yet most of whom you will never speak to once the following 6 months have passed. The next 7 years will see your life flip and turn, and you will surprise yourself at how you deal with every bend in the road you face on your journey. Everything is going to change, but at the end of it, you will be more you than you’ve ever been.
Continue reading “note to self: things change “
To say the last 2 months have been a whirlwind for me would be an understatement. I tried, but admittedly failed miserably, to maintain a routine while spending 3 days a week out of the country, and as a result my anxiety and confidence took a huge knock.
An hour-by-hour itinerary, meticulously planned outfits and matching pyjamas could only mean one thing: a 5 day city break with my best friend.
I spent 6 months anticipating an 11 mile run broken up with 24 obstacles with nerves and anxiety, but as the day drew closer I felt an overwhelming feeling of excitement. I had spent months preparing for an event that previous Mudders have described as ‘painful yet enjoyable’ and I couldn’t wait to witness the world famous obstacles.
As a 25 year old, self-confessed lover – nay, admirer – of sleep, I’ve never really had any major problems with paying the land of nod a visit, be it at 3 in the morning, or briefly at 4 in the afternoon.