Saturday, 21 May 2016

Running the London Marathon & Vietnam

It's been a chaotic few months for me, I feel almost as if I have quickly grown up and learned that sometimes reality doesn’t quite unfold the way you always imagine.

Ha Long Bay was everything & more ♥
We had a difficult few months at the start of the year, moving house and a never ending wait for completion. My heart has never felt so broken, as I was living apart from Simon in the week to continue my job, it was the toughest test of our marriage. When getting through the everyday became an impossible task, I felt even more compelled to follow my dreams.

That's me in the left hand corner about to pass the finish line - 4hrs 53mins
Running the London marathon in April being a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. My mind-set is probably my biggest tool when it comes to running. I vow to never give in or give up - even if my body doesn't always agree. It was without a doubt the toughest physical test, I was pained and in complete agony for almost 15 of the 26 miles. I cried, I ached, I thought I wasn't going to get there. But, I did!  

It took me just under 5 hours to complete the race, but time wasn't my goal, I knew this wasn't going to be it. I had suffered exhaustion and setbacks throughout training - it was a case of giving it the best I could on the day. What did it feel like running the London marathon and crossing the finish line all by myself?

I will always remember the last 800 metres, pulling my hunched over self-past Buckingham Palace, it was a pain so deep I could have screamed with agony. My body was pushed to the biggest challenge of its life, but I did it. I ran a marathon. And, for that I am proud.

The couple of days and weeks after were a whirlwind of recovery, eating almost everything and still unpacking those gazillion of boxes from moving house. We are still living out of boxes and deciding upon decorating. I know it's going to be a slow process.

And now, I am in Vietnam with my husband. It’s come around so quickly.

This trip was planned soon after our time spent in Thailand last year - before I found my dream job, relocated and ran a marathon. So timing was quite sporadic to say the least. But, travel is essentially our blood, our lifeline - so an opportunity to see more of the world probably came at the right time.

I know in my deepest heart that coming to Vietnam has given me the truest reflection of myself and the desire I absolutely need to remind me of how far I have come, where I am at and how much more I have to give. Life is full of so many incredible moments and opportunities.

You just can't wait for them, you have to absolutely go and get


Saturday, 23 April 2016


I don’t really know where to begin. The last time I wrote I wasn’t in a great place. I felt an awful pang of uncertainty. I was sinking.
But moving house did happen. Leaving behind the horrible Monday morning goodbyes and separation. We are together, and that is all that matters. The house is very new to us, and there has definitely been a sense of value brought into our lives. 
In-between commuting and moving, I got offered a place for the London Marathon. Anyone else would have declined, surely it would be crazy to even think of something so big. But, I don’t always make the most radical decisions. 
It’s been all kinds of strange, preparing for a marathon – living out of plastic bags and cardboard boxes, working flat out and wondering how the hell do you balance all of these things?
The answer is you don’t, this year has taught me that life is not only tough, but busy. Exceptionally.
But, I’m okay with that. Because if I run the best race of my life on Sunday then nothing else matters.
I am running for Children with Cancer, if you can sponsor or donate, I would never be able to thank you enough.

Wednesday, 30 March 2016


I’ve fallen into a realm of sadness recently. I’ve lost my spirit, my identity and my truest feelings.
I wonder if I will ever crack the shyness that swarms me every single day. My insecurity and lack of confidence seems to thrive when I am going through tough times, which are rapidly stacking up against me.
Thailand 2015.
The scariest part is, I don’t recognise myself very clearly anymore. I miss the burning passion and the wild roars in the pit of my stomach. I can’t remember the last time I smiled.
The truth is, I haven’t been very kind to myself lately. Influenced by circumstances out of my control (trying to buy a house, dealing with endless problems regarding searches and paperwork and trying to relocate to a new home as fast as possible), I have fallen at every hurdle and I wish more than anything I could find some strength to pick myself up again. I feel like Flat Stanley.
Where’s the girl who fell in love with an elephant, ate a dozen Dragon Fruits, travelled the world with her heart intact.  Because, I don’t know her anymore.

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