In the weeks since saying goodbye to mum, I feel both the loss of my parent and the loss of my ally in the adoption of random health and fitness advice – gobbets of information that we accepted without science or reason. Because we were both so accepting of novel and unsubstantiated wellbeing advice, I…
Tag: #sixthsomething
Getting shirty
My A Level students seem intent on kicking me out of my literary crenellations, ignoring my shameless plugging of 18th and 19th Century classics and steering us towards a vortex of science fiction prose as a federation shuttlecraft from which to launch their coursework. Selfish. I blame the pandemic. A gothic castle or a cloistered…
Spectator sport
It would not be marathon season without a blog on long distance running from your’s truly. The game changer is that I have discovered a new strand to my marathon training schedule: Spectating. I am late to yet another party and I do wish someone had shared this wisdom with me earlier. I have some…
Strava Striving
You heard not a whimper from your’s truly on January 1st about taking ‘up’ anything new for 2024. This was an intentional casting aside of too many adult years spent setting myself – and my kids (so sorry) targets to achieve over the subsequent 12 months. This year, on a New Year’s Day run (start the year…
The Dragonfly Jar 