Me, the movement, the music, the man. Every morning just before Mr Marr’s alarm goes off, I peel back the covers and sneak out of bed. On the floor beside my slippers is the pile of clothes I laid out the night before. I tuck them under my arm as I tiptoe for the door…. Read more »
Posts Tagged: Fitness
She’s just finished LeJoG on foot; activity goals trumped by mum.
There’s no point pretending – I have come home from holiday in need of a rest. I’ve never been able to lie on a sun lounger on holiday – certainly not when there are boats to sail, tennis to play and hills and villages to explore by bike. And that’s without counting the cocktail-fuelled dancing… Read more »
Fitness tracking and scaring Monsters
I have a new bit of technology which is pleasing me far more than it should. It allows me to indulge the competitive side of my nature even when I am asleep. Perhaps against my better judgement I have gone over to the dark side of fitness. I asked Santa to bring me a personal… Read more »