I had been thinking about running a Half Marathon this month, and then decided against it. Maybe next month, when I've had time to build myself up gradually. Or so I thought... I spoke to my running buddy on Zoom on Saturday evening. She told me that she'd found a new route, and I begged her to let me tag along. I've been getting rather bored of the same old journeys every time I go out. She said it was about 10 miles long. "Perfect" I thought to myself, and we arranged to me

Yes, this rather suggestive looking contraption is indeed what arrived in the post for the Husband... Before we start, may I just take this opportunity to remind you of the old adage "never judge a book by its cover". Rest assured, I am not some sort of nymph and this object has absolutely nothing to do with sex. Yes, it resembles many things: an over-elaborate microphone, an ineffective drill, a hairdryer with an extremely odd attachment, not to mention something more unspea

The item pictured is an instrument of absolute torture, but there have been many times when I'd be lost without it. Yet, many of you won't know what the hell it is... This innocuous looking orange foam cylinder, with its somewhat child-friendly appearance, should, at all times, be treated with the utmost suspicion and regard. It's most definitely not a toy and can inflict instant pain on whoever dares to tackle it. Yet thousands of people rely on this bit of kit to heal them;

An odd sounding achievement, but it's something I've been trying to conquer for a couple of months now... This hill has been my nemesis for a couple of months. I have been running for about three years in total, but up until recently, I'd only been making it out about twice a week. I was struggling to find the time between school runs, work and keeping on top of everything at home. Since we've been in lockdown and I've been furloughed, I've had a lot more time to get out and

Surely, the most difficult thing about running should be the actual running, right? I bloody hate sports bras. Honest to God, they are an instrument of torture! The hardest thing about doing exercise should be the actual exercising, not the removal and installation of one of these blooming things. As if it's not bad enough, heading out on a freezing cold morning, when all sane people are still tucked up in their warm, cosy beds; the only ones out and about are the fellow craz

Last week I had the bright idea of taking the kids out on their bikes whilst the Husband and I ran along beside. Big mistake! It's not very often that the kids leave the house at the moment. Mostly due to the fact I'm terrified of them catching Covid-19, but after being confined to our home and modest garden for seven weeks, the Husband and I decided to take them out on their bikes. It's been a long time since we've been brave enough to take them out for a ride. The little on