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Me, a 10k? Sure, if it’s for charity.

It seems I'm attempting to run a 10k for charity. Serious cause, but laughable on…

August 27, 2020

Running my way through lockdown

I'm a little bit baffled about how the asthmatic with the dodgy knee got to…

April 13, 2020

My fitness journey

Here's a shoddy timeline of my descent into the weird world of lifting.

April 13, 2020

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I’m so wildly bored. It’s a running theme in

I’m so wildly bored.

It’s a running theme in my life. I’m running from life and it’s chasing me down the street, frantically waving. Maybe I’ve forgotten or dropped something, but I keep running - the fear that if I slow down I’ll start to feel the aches and pains from moving all this time.

I sit and I scroll.
I sit and I scroll.
I sit and I scroll.

I half heartedly start a book, but in its pages I either find too much truth or too little - so I return to my palm. I stare at expressionless faces of girls, painting themselves. All prettier than I, all more successful. Their skin radiates beauty and contentment, but their eyes tell me of the tears. For they may be prettier than I, but they too cannot escape their minds. So we scroll.

I find myself on the page of the last boy who entered me. Another person whose smirk contains a part of me. But I cannot feel sorrow, for I gave it away. Wrapped in a bow and handed over with a smile. I miss the times a parting gift was a small slice of cake wrapped in a napkin and handed in a little plastic bag with your name on it. Now it’s a cacophony of thoughts, all too much to give heed to. Messages typed and deleted, never sent. For no one must know how you feel.

Some more writing, new and old, is on the blog 😬 I’ll probably want to archive it all, curl and cry in a corner for sharing it in 5 secs so let’s see how long it lasts x

Might be time to ditch the sunnies 🌻😥

Might be time to ditch the sunnies 🌻😥

Will drop everything for an evening at Tankerton 🌅

I’ll f*ck your life up as a blonde 😏 It’s

I’ll f*ck your life up as a blonde 😏

It’s only taken three years for me to let @sianhennon get some colour on my head 😂 The woman deserves a crown for putting up with me and nursing my bleach damaged hair back to life. How on earth she managed this colour without a single drop of bleach I do not know but my godddd she’s knocked it out of the park! The talentt ✌🏼@onehairdressing ♥️♥️♥️

First time dancing in seven years?! (bar one other

First time dancing in seven years?! (bar one other heels class three years ago😂)

My goddddd am I rusty, so pls forgive the constant eff ups, but genuinely couldn’t be happier to be back with my partner in crime @allie_ibarra ♥️ from lil dance competitors aged 17 to grown women with dodgy joints 🥺

Thank you so much to Bey @heelography for creating the most comfortable and welcoming environment to just throw on some heels and get down to it ✌🏼

*Music used for dance purposes only*

“I used to think you could tell a person by the

“I used to think you could tell a person by the way in which they took their tea. Then I began to dabble in coffee.

My brother always says coffee has become as elaborate as someone’s daily horoscope: nonsensical, confusing, over-complicated and often a placebo.”

4oz swan and some new and old writing is up on the blog. I should probably go reread and edit it, but I likely won’t.

Nov 2018 - Feb 2020 - Feb 2022 - now. If you fin

Nov 2018 - Feb 2020 - Feb 2022 - now.

If you find you struggle with your body, the gym won’t solve your problems. Dieting won’t solve your problems. Simply changing your physique does little to help improve your mindset (in my experience).

My body has changed and fluctuated so much over the years, but the girl on the left and me now? We still treated ourselves almost exactly the same.

I think we always hope that with weightloss comes an entirely different view of ourselves. We’ll look different, dress differently and feel like a whole new person. But the reality is, if you aren’t doing the work mentally - that weird epiphany or relief never comes.

I still feel just as self conscious in clothes as I did before, but I’ve gotten a lot better at just accepting being human. I wore a green dress out the other day and I spent the entire evening breathing in and on edge. I remember the ordeal at trying to find a dress for graduation, and to this day I still refuse to look back at any photos from the day 🥴

I usually get to this point in a post where I lose my train of thought, or feel like I’m becoming preachy with no authority to do so whatsoever. But basically I just wanted to share something that might be needed in the midst of summer and with sunnier weather approaching again this weekend. And basically because it’s been on my mind constantly this last week.

Changing training styles has made me unbearably anxious about the shifts I‘ll likely see in my physique again and it’s sent me spiralling more recently. I keep trying to shift my mindset away from how I look, to what I can do now.

Unfortunately the gym or dieting won’t make you suddenly love yourself.
Be guided by the process, the sport, the atmosphere, the people, and the community - not the aesthetic.

#crossfit #gym #bodyimage

Officially signed my life away to unlimited CrossF

Officially signed my life away to unlimited CrossFit 🥴 bring on the gymnastics classes ✌🏼

#crossfit #crossfituk #crossfitgames

The best people ever ♥️ thank you for adopting

The best people ever ♥️ thank you for adopting me into your weird world 🥰

I even lived my literal waking nightmare yesterday and yet somehow this group of people made it bearable. Not sure why I decided after an hour workout with only a banana and protein bar in my system, 4 hours sleep and a raging hangover that I was going to try a Men’s RX strongman course (might’ve still been drunk and almost entirely peer pressured). @briony026 absolutey smashed it and halfway through I threw a tantrum, swore at @nathanfitz92 and went to cry in the toilets 😂😂 I couldn’t think of anything more traumatising than failing in front of a big crowd of people, but this lot were there to take the piss and help me drown my sorrows in more beer.

@lucyunders_strongwoman this is my public plea for you to train me up so this literally can never happen again 😂😂

@nwk_maidstone2.0 you have my heart ♥️

You play with my heart While I play with my words

You play with my heart
While I play with my words
Ensuring I articulate
To leave no room for confusion
So you feel safe at shore
While I’m left floundering among the waves.
🌊 🌊 🌊

Sometimes I actually write, even more rarely I’ll share bits.

I hate cliches, but I’ve been living by the quot

I hate cliches, but I’ve been living by the quote “money returns, time doesn’t” lately.

Just existing feels expensive and I’m a worrier. Everything is skyrocketing and I’ve always been quite careful and prepared for the “future”. But there’s something disconcerting about tipping away from the safety blanket of 25 this year and inching closer to my 30s.

Money is something most of us will have to worry about our entire lives, (and I acknowledge even this comes from a relative place of privilege) but to turn down experiences and adventures - the very essence of life itself to fret over saving an extra £100 to put towards buying a house? Nah.

I’m pretty sure the average age to buy a place nowadays is 34. Saving for a mortgage seems to be the only topic of conversation when you pass 22/23. I understand it, but also really wonder why we put so much on bricks and mortar and less on experiences.

…so eh, I had a lovely day in Brighton and probably won’t be buying a house anytime soon. The end.

July, you’ve been wonderful. 10 photos is not

July, you’ve been wonderful.

10 photos is not enough.

Thursday pours ☕️🦢🍃 #coffee #latteart

Thursday pours ☕️🦢🍃

#coffee #latteart #barista #coffeeshop #flatwhite

I’ve made no secret of the fact I have a complic

I’ve made no secret of the fact I have a complicated relationship with my body.

Sometimes discussing it makes me feel over-exposed and vulnerable, like I’m giving away a really private piece of myself. And I frequently debate whether I should be the one talking about it. I psych myself out of posting long captions intermittently when I’m lost in a bubble of overthinking. But something today struck a nerve with me.

I overheard two women, probably around 65 ish, while I was reading outside the coffee shop and I just sat there sipping my americano, horrified. One woman explained that she doesn’t usually eat before 1pm unless she’s out and then she “treats” herself. The other followed up with a delightful story shaming an overweight friend. I’m sorry, but if I’m in my 60s and still cycling through fad diets, with my choice of conversation topic being focused on people’s looks and their weight - shoot me. Imagine having lived 6 decades of life - your experiences, travels, children, grandchildren etc - having such a rich procession of stories and moments to discuss and STILL choosing to focus on diets and weight.

I seriously contemplated leaving. (That and they tried to involve me in a bitching session about the cafe, not knowing who I was 🥴😂)

It just strengthens my resolve to talk about this more, to wear the shorts, to throw on a bikini, wear a crop top to the gym. To focus on what my body can do and its health than to spend the remainder of my life squandering my mental capacity to such nonsense.

So note to self and anyone who cares; work on it now because you don’t want to be 60 and still at war with yourself.

I spent so many years hating the beach, I’m maki

I spent so many years hating the beach, I’m making up for lost time 🌊

I was smiling until the tour de Kent descended upo

I was smiling until the tour de Kent descended upon us and 60 clog-wearing, water-bottle-thrusting cyclists passed the threshold of our shop. The sheer abundance of tight Lycra 🍆 will give me nightmares for a week.

Will continue posting until the next flight is boo

Will continue posting until the next flight is booked… 🇮🇹 ♥️

Found this in the Tiktok archives 🥺 Inspired by

Found this in the Tiktok archives 🥺 Inspired by @sportybethcf ♥️ #crossfit #bodyposi #fitness

I mean I know it’s cliche, but 40 degrees was a

I mean I know it’s cliche, but 40 degrees was a lot nicer here…

My week in WODs and heavy lifts ✌🏼 Hit a 140

My week in WODs and heavy lifts ✌🏼

Hit a 140kg dead for the first time in a hot second and finallllyyy got a bit of a handstand walk 🥺 who’d have thought I’d become a fully fledged CrossFit wanker 🥴
#crossfit #gym #deadlift #crossfituk

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