Struck down by injury; why I can’t run!

A week ago I went along to join the local ladies touch rugby practice. It was great fun, but it did not last long; at least not for me. Since then I’ve had more time to practice my writing skills and came up with a little rhyme  that might entertain, educate or merely remind of…

Butterflies

It is over a year now since I wrote a little poem titled butterflies. It is the time of year that butterflies may be spotted again, flitting around and alighting on flowers. Butterflies can signify so many things: beauty, transformation, lightness, diversity, to name a few. Beauty and transformation fascinate me, particularly transformation into beauty. We…

Why I run, then and now.

I started running when I was eight years old. The year before that, I was the slowest in my class (also the youngest and therefore subject to the ‘Matthew effect’ as explained by Malcolm Gladwell in his book Outliers). It was a simple pleasure, easily achievable and always available. I was hooked and soon felt incomplete…

Remembering

This is my first blog post ever. I have no idea how to operate wordpress. No matter, I’ll just get on with writing something. This, I have found,is often the best way forward. Trial and error. Just get on and do something. Make a start. Make a mistake. Get something right. We only live once….