Life. It’s a pretty weird thing, right? I’m 30 now and can no longer pretend that I am not an adult. In some ways I feel like I’m in a better place now than I have been for a long time. Firstly, I continue to be married to someone who loves me and accepts me … More Just because I’m happy doesn’t mean I’m not hurting.
Right. So, the London Marathon has been and gone. I’ve taken a few weeks to “relax” – eating well, spending evenings at home, and even having a day out with my wife. Now that’s done and dusted the time has come to look to the future, and my solo bike ride across America next year. … More One year to go!
So: I didn’t win the London marathon. I was 39587th out of 42,428, finishing in a personal best time of 6 hours, 8 minutes and 4 seconds. Lots of you will have seen videos and updates on the day but I thought it would be worth making a note of how the day went before … More I ran a marathon!
It is now exactly a week until the London Marathon (why not sponsor me now?!) Nothing I have read about training for a long run suggests moving your mum into a nursing home the week before a marathon is a valid training technique. However, this is exactly what I have been doing for the last … More Distracting practicalities
This is a story about an old cat who reached the end of her life and passed away peacefully on her owners lap. It’s a story I’ve wanted to write since it happened last year, but I’ve not been able to find the words. And I guess that’s because it’s so much more than a … More The death of a cat
Trigger warning – this is an intensely personal and frank account of how MS has affected my life. Sometimes, it hits me like a freight train in the night. I started writing these words whilst I sat watching dance groups from across the UK in Edinburgh. As they were performing some phenomenal dances the thought … More MS and me
Hey everyone! I’ve been thinking recently about wiring a comprehensive blog about what Multiple Sclerosis is – not in a clinically sterile scientific way, but in a how-life-changes kind of way. Before I got round to putting pixels on a page, however, I went to the National Railway Museum in York. Now, I know some … More Railways and failways
Spoiler warning – this post is not as melancholy as it sounds, and will end with a bad joke… This was also written a month or so ago, just before my Mum left home and moved to Wetherby, but I couldn’t face publishing it then. Much as I love the ability to show the world … More The last goodbye