In which I reflect and regroup... I am not going to lie, 2024 has been tough so far. You begin a year with such high hopes and sometimes the year decides to take those high hopes and crush them in the most brutal way. I'm currently enjoying the tranquility of the summer holidays and a rest that has perhaps never felt quite so well-earned. Perhaps the best piece of advice I was given during the many training sessions I have had over the last few years is to make the most of the resets in your life. That might be small resets, as small as a few seconds in the middle of the day or they might be bigger resets like six weeks off work. Part of this reset has been getting outside. The year so far has not been helped by the endless miserable weather. We always like to joke in the UK that it rains a lot but this year has taken that to the next level. We often think of climate change as meaning we will get hotter weather but it just means that the weather will change and will get more...
A hundred celebrities and household names have come together to each write a story for a new book called Dear NHS , sharing their stories of our incredible national health service to say thank you in what has been one of the most challenging years in its history. This week I thought I'd write my own Dear NHS letter. Dear NHS, I've been lucky so far in my life that I haven't needed you to save my life. Although of course, without you I probably wouldn't even be here. The majority of people born in the UK are helped into this world by the NHS and some need more help than others. I was awkward in the womb (not much has changed) and managed to get tangled up in my own umbilical cord- I was clumsy even before I was born. Had the NHS not been there with the right equipment and the right people then my story would have been over so quickly. Whilst I haven't had much call on the NHS in my lifetime, I recognise the wonders it's made to my family. My younger brother con...
Scars- we all have them. There's nothing metaphorical going on here, I'm literally talking about scars, i.e. a mark on the body where a wound has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed. With every scar telling a story, I thought today I would take you on a journey through time and my scars- a sort of scar trek if you will. (I am not saying I have written that post entirely because of that pun I'm very pleased with but must admit that it played a significant factor.) Most people don't realise that I actually have quite a decent scar on my face and that's because it's hidden under my left eyebrow. It's not that difficult to find though and would be very obvious if I were to shave my eyebrow off. This occurred when I was round about three years old and was having an excellent time using my Mum and Dad's bed as a trampoline. Somewhat inevitably after a little while this went wrong and I ended up falling off the bed, catching my hea...
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