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Inspirational Women
A couple of years ago, I looked to buy a new home. Using various house perusal websites, I identified likely contenders and sought to arrange viewings. I telephoned one estate agent – they felt that the house in question was best viewed in daylight and offered a 10am Thursday appointment. Unfortunately, commitment to my job…
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Lingerie
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman (who has completed an early morning swim session) in possession of two good bras, must be in want of a pair of knickers.
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Beware the judgement of the fleshy overcoat
A couple of years ago, I joined a gym. Not just any gym, but the M&S of gyms – those that have all the whistles and bells, a pool, a sauna and a cafe. Hot on the tails of the pandemic, it was a company keen to show solidarity with key workers and so offered…
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It’s like riding a bike…
In my experience, all big adventures are made up of mini-adventures. Even a middle distance triathlon contains highs and lows – a glorious and stunning swim can be followed by a legs failing to work out how to pedal on a bike and the runs can switch from fast waddle to springing scamper to trailing…
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52 is the new 50?
So, to say that our challenge hit a stumbling block at the end of last year would be like describing the sea as being a bit salty and wet. I had initially contacted the company who normally organise the Arch to Arc challenge in January 2021 and sent in our form of interest. We were…
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Out of the comfort zone
Last summer, I had the glorious opportunity to spend 2 weeks on a Greek island. The holiday was a present from my Mum in recognition of limited time spent away from work. Picture the scene with all the clichés, there was a beach (albeit a little stony), and postcard perfect sea, blazing sun and blue…
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Running
Of all the disciplines in triathlon, running is the one that I fear the most. There is a reason for this: my body is not optimally designed for running. Let me explain – I do not look like Paula Radcliffe. We’ll start with the top. My cheeks might charitably be called chubby and display the…
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The couch
I confess the couch described verges on the touch of hyperbole. I may have indulged in one or two sporting endeavours in the past. My university years were squandered messing about in boats, competing in races (even a slightly famous race on the TV!). Alas, I had to grow up. A job on the wards…
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The challenge.
The challenge. Start at Marble Arch. Run to Dover. Swim the channel. Cycle to the Arc de Triomphe Simples. Except it is never simple. The idea had been conceived years ago. The odd mention of such a feat had been spoken of in piano sotto voce tones and conversation altered rapidly when the magnitude (and…
Couch to Enduroman 