Julie

My wild swimming adventure I’ve never seen myself as a strong swimmer. Sure I’ve done a few triathlons, and last year after the first lockdown I worked my way up to swimming a mile in the ocean while on my 2 month escape to Greece…but I’ve never found it easy, I guess in part because […]

I Went Back To Parkrun…And Here’s What I Learned On Saturday morning the alarm went off at 7am and I quietly got out of bed, made myself a coffee, and sat in my running gear thinking about how much I had missed going to park run on a Saturday morning. It had actually been 19

we all wobble Tuesday morning I woke up at 6am and cried. I don’t know why. I just felt sad. Nothing triggered it. I have lots to be grateful for. Nothing too taxing going on. But still I felt overwhelmed with emotion. Did you know my nick name is Tiny Tears. I have always been

I wore shorts…and nobody died I was up at 7am this morning to fit in a CrossFit session before I cracked on with the day. My running has been nonexistent recently, but I have been cycling and doing Crossfit Conditioning pretty regularly the last few weeks…although I had to leave a session early last week

its not really starting over is it? I went back to Crossfit last week, just like Rose (my now 8 year old) went back to swimming lessons. I tanked. She sunk. We both laughed about it. She went back again yesterday and reported after her 30-minute session there has been some progress, and she’s now

I can’t believe I haven’t blogged in more than 2 months. Imagine that? From the woman who used to write articles 3-4 times a week about her fitness shenanigans. In part it’s because I haven’t had much to say recently, I haven’t been running so that is probably one of the reasons too. But there

Yesterday I headed out at 6pm in the dark, cold and drizzle. Not running, I jumped on my bike to ride the 20 minutes to where my daughter was to drop her some workbooks. She is staying with her Dad during this lockdown and he is taking on the task of homeschooling as he is

When I was 10 years old I wanted to be a writer The problem was I wasn’t very good at spelling, nor grammar and no one really gave a shite what I thought about the world. My Nans brother was a journalist, Leslie Jerman and I had met him briefly at a family wedding, and

It was Monday morning 8am, and there was nobody in the sea. I didn’t know if actual swimming was a thing on this beach, but I didn’t care. When I parked the car I walked past a shop that had snorkelling masks, and so I grabbed that along with a bottle of water. I’d chosen

I realised earlier today that I have been living a bit of a secret life. I posted a photo of me running…I ACTUALLY FLIPPING RAN…A WHOLE 5K….and a woman asked, “Where are you? I’m sure you live in London” As my face was clearly lit by warm and glowing sunshine. I am in Greece, the