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VIDEO: A Moody Yorkshire Christmas

January 9, 2017
Girl walking on a windy day

It was moody, it was beautiful, it was CHRISTMAS!! Here we are being all festive in the most stunning of places, North Yorkshire. I embraced the winds to get out and about in amongst the nature, and even went for a little jog on Christmas day (it’s a great idea, I promise). Some chat about life, and some chat about managing your blood sugars as a type 1 diabetic while doing ALL THE FESTIVE EATING OF THINGS. Happy New Year guys. I missed you x  

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Fitness, Travel, Type 1 Diabetes

Coast To Coast Cycling In A Day: Part II

August 10, 2016
Coast to Coast

If you’re new here, I’m currently in the middle of a 150 mile cycle across the country (as you do, except that I don’t), and apparently that’s not something you can recount in one blog post. Please feel free to go back and catch up if you missed the first part, and we’ll see you back here in a little while. There are dramas over there so it’s worth it, I almost guarantee. So, it was an eventful start, as we’ve established. But like a Kelly Clarkson power ballad I was ready to Overcome, and I finally managed to get a groove going. Having put myself back a substantial amount of time, I knew I had to just put my head down and turn the wheels. Push, pull, push, pull. The next stop was the crossing at Windermere. Although anxious to get moving, I allowed myself to enjoy the break…

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Fitness, Travel, Type 1 Diabetes

Coast To Coast Cycling In A Day: Part I

July 26, 2016
Coast to Coast in a day

So it turns out you can cycle the width of the country in a day, but you can’t tell the tale in one post. I hit 3800 words (OUCH) and just couldn’t do it to you guys. It’s now split in two, and herein lies part one of my adventure. So. We cycled the width of the country. I made no secret of the fact that I was utterly terrified as this drew closer and closer. A mix of excited anticipation, nervous terror and moments of absolute disbelief in myself for taking this on. How, due to my current geographical circumstances, I felt in no way as prepared as I did last time I threw myself full pelt into the ups and downs of a ridiculous physical challenge – the one that was, in my mind, the making of me. Let me tell you now – Coast to Coast is not…

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Fitness, Wellbeing

Via Insta: My Heart Is Officially Whole Again

July 24, 2016
London Fields

Today an excellent consultant told me on official terms that my funky heart is definitely properly working once more, and it’s not about to make a break for freedom out of my chest anytime soon as I once, for a short period of time, feared it might. So I bought myself a frappe latte to celebrate (OFF THE RAILS PEOPLE) and then I went to London Fields, a park which makes me feel very lucky to live where I live. I sat in the blazing sunshine and felt very calm, but also very hot, because although my heart is in full working order, my English skin will never be able to handle the sun. I thought about how my extra bit of heart, now lasered away to a better place, was No Big Deal really, but No Big Deal only because someone decided to devote their life to figuring out…

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Fitness, Travel, Via Insta

Via Insta: Misadventure #759

July 13, 2016
Bike crash

Apparently being able to cycle 150 miles across the country physically unscathed does not entitle you to a breezy two mile ride home of a Tuesday. Admittedly I was a little smug after my yoga class, basking in the glow of the setting sun as I left the gym. The reflection on the water made me so buoyant I Snapchatted it because that’s what we do instead of enjoying the moment. Oh, how the mighty fall. Hubris, people. I adore seeing adventure in the every day. It’s just sometimes slightly testing to experience the misadventure in the every day too. There I was, merrily zooming along the streets of Manchester when the fabric of the bag swinging from my handlebars caught in the tyre, ripping and blocking the spokes, bringing my ride to a crashing halt and sending me headfirst over the handlebars like some awful comedy sketch except that this…

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Endurance Training vs Time: a conflict.

May 5, 2016
Endurance Training

Push, pull, push, pull, push, pull. I said those two words to myself, over and over, for a total of 4.5 hours on Saturday morning, interspersed with bursts of Prince/Little Mix to keep things entertaining. I cycled, as I have done for a number of weeks, from 7am (which is too early to be doing ANYTHING of a Saturday morning), until nearly midday, when I finally stopped turning the wheels over and used my legs for their much preferred option of walking on solid ground. This is my current reality. I’m in training again. Only this time, at this point, I very nearly, almost, sort of hate it. Three years ago, I bought a bike on a whim. Two and a half years ago, I used that bike to cycle myself to Paris. Turns out the bike wasn’t really fit for purpose, and also I didn’t really know anything at all about…

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Fitness, Wellbeing

The one where I had some of my heart lasered off

April 21, 2016
heart operation

WARNING: This is MAMMOTH. Get a brew, get a brewery. Get ready. Since being wheeled off in an ambulance with a rather stubborn case of SVT (superventricular tachycardia if you’ve got time or the inclination), there has been much prodding, poking and also some abrupt lubricating of my left breast. Headline: I now have slightly less heart than I had before. They blitzed a bit out of my body in a cruel and unrelenting fashion.* *I had a very routine procedure under local anaesthetic, which I was fully in the know about. But that’s not gonna hook you guys in, is it? Oh wait, it was via my groin (there’s the hook…) The right groin if you want specifics, which you probably don’t but since I gave the left breast so much attention last time we discussed this matter, it feels like I should balance things out. A 5.30am alarm…

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Exposing my breast (singular) to a stranger at 10am with the lights on

February 9, 2016
fried eggs

‘Please pull up your left breast. This gel will be cold.’ It’s an odd sentence to hear at 10am on a Saturday morning, not least because you don’t normally hear a human breast being referred to in the singular. They tend to come as a buy one get one free kinda deal. The gel was indeed cold. Grateful as I was for the heads up, it was a bit like the most unfulfilling, least arousing foreplay ever. Boob fondlers take note – there is nothing erogenous in the area UNDERNEATH your boob. It’s not worth your time there. But in the instance that this were actual foreplay, it wouldn’t be the first time someone had fallen far of the desired effect. Except this was EXACTLY what he desired, ‘he’ being not my boyfriend (who I feel at this point would like me to clarify that he is excellent at locating erogenous…

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Being wheeled out of Costa by paramedics and other normal Tuesday morning events

October 3, 2015
The view from the bed.

So this post is a little off-kilter (and more of a short story than a blog post) but apparently that’s my life and if you handle that as seemingly-well-but-actually-terribly as I seem to then maybe just enjoy this picture I found the other day and I’ll see you next time: Still here? Ok, but these are minutes you will never get back. PS. Thanks. You’re my kind of people. Short version: Basically, the number of times I’ve damaged myself doing some kind of physical activity wholly suggests I should just call it a day and give in to becoming the whale I’m consistently threatening to be. I’m really surprised the people upstairs let me get away with that whole cycling to Paris thing unscathed. Seriously. Really long version: It all started very innocently. I got up, got on my bike, pootled to the gym in my neon (NB. It was…

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Rave Cycle at Reebok Sports Club, Canary Wharf

April 21, 2015
Reebok Spin Studio

I was offered the chance to try a Rave Cycle class at the renowned Reebok Sports Club in Canary Wharf. Ohhh errr. The concept ‘rave cycle’ had me thinking disco lights in time to the beat, team whooping and an immersive 45 minutes that felt more like a party than a workout. Maybe a disco ball if I was reaaalllly lucky. Excited. So, I made the trip to the City (aka the foreign land where an office dress code exists and expensing a £2000 night out on the company credit card isn’t unheard of) resisting the urge to wear my rainbow headband a la this: Behold, the promised land of gyms. Christ. Billed as ‘one of Europe’s largest and most luxurious health clubs’, it certainly lived up to that at first glance. Gleaming and polished and positively reeking of wellness. Upon taking in the rather imposing entrance with high ceilings…

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