Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Yesterday I became a master. I competed. If you follow my Facebook or Instagram you would be aware of this already, as when I have a competition I tend to regress to my inner toddler and shout “look at me, I’m doing it” through the medium of social media. Sorry, but not sorry. There is…
It has been an epic summer, we have holidayed in France and Cornwall, drank Rose by moonlight, scoffed down Camembert and mussels, followed by fish and chips. It has been a summer of smiles and memories. But holy cow, it has been hell on the waistline. (And to be honest the waistline wasn’t faring too…
At the time of writing, my quads are on fire. The very act of sitting down causes me to yelp like a wounded hound, and sitting on the toilet involves curse words my mother would disapprove of. Every part of me aches. It feels amazing. I have trained, at my new CrossFit box, for three…
I think it was the third time in the weekend that I had heard the words, “That’s what is all about, ” as I lay crumpled on the floor; my heart racing in my chest and my arms tightly embracing two other women who were both greased in sweat. You could be mistaken for thinking…
You don’t have to read this blog very often to know I love CrossFit. Not just the sport, but the friends I have found inside the gym, the confidence I’ve built and the life I now live because of CrossFit. This weekend was all about CrossFit, and prosecco, and jacuzzis. (A fitness weekend really….) Ten…