Well, bloody hell! 14 months have passed since I even logged in here. I used to be a regular Blogger, but I suppose life just moves on and keeping up with an online journal proves much harder.
In that time, I have run a marathon, clocked up over 600 running miles, worked goodness knows how many writing hours and managed to break my foot and tear all the ligaments and tendons. It wasn't the best situation, as it was during a winter race. Two days before Christmas, actually. Friggin' freezing. Oh, and I was dressed as an elf. So pretty normal then. I fell down a pot hole after being all smug and overtaking some chap dressed as a woman (it WAS a fancy dress race, after all). Fast forward to 3 men in drag having to carry me 300 yards off the trail to the ambulance (paramedics did not even bat an eyelid at my friends and their inflatable breasts...) and then an afternoon in A & E, high off my ass on gas and air and Tramadol, with the bell on my hat still ding-a-linging and me talking complete shite as I was so wasted.
But enough of the grim, 5 months later and I was running again, so all is good.
A small pixie starts school in September, only part-time, but it's still a big change. Probably more so for me.
And I have really itchy feet. Not in the oh-so-you-have-an-infection? style, but travelling itchy feet. I want to flee and explore. Obviously, the practical husband is having none of it, so my dreams of driving one of these babies...
...across Europe, are probably on hold somewhat. I'll convince him, I'm sure...
Hopefully I will write again, although I shan't promise that as I'm pretty flaky right now :-)