... but as I went to the postbox first (so an extra 0.4 miles in the opposite direction and back), it was at least 2.23 miles and 36 minutes "in oxygen", as they say.
Cold, grey day. Beautiful snowdrops in the woods at Morton.
I'd struggled with my shape, and my perception of it, for years; all my adult life, in fact. In January 2007, I started work with my personal trainer, Kim; I started to run. For eighteen months, I was a shape that I felt comfortable with. Then plantar fasciitis struck, and everything went horribly wrong. Now I'm finding new approaches once more. This is the story.
Lived in Norfolk since 2005 after spending the first part of my life in London, and loving it. Declutterer, organiser, computer trainer. Favourite activity: finding solutions.
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