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 ♥

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. It’s come around so quickly.

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

them.

♥