This year, despite all its challenges, changes, and unexpected turns, has been my most successful when it comes to fitness. We’d booked multiple races from runs, to swims, to first triathlons which were all, without fail, cancelled. But the extra time at home and the lack of commute meant I was determined not to lose … More My First Triathlon
Lionel Shriver’s turn of phrase is an art form in this exploration of obsession, jealously and – ultimately – stoic love. From the very first line, Lionel Shriver’s The Motion of the Body Through Space sets the tone of wry commentary in a well-worn marriage, as the husband declares himself suddenly taken by the idea … More Book review: The Motion of the Body Through Space
For a while I’ve been wanting a new challenge. It’s 5 years since I hiked Kilimanjaro, and I’ve been itching to find something new to get stuck into. My brief stint of rowing at uni left me disappointed and in pain for too long, renovating a house and planning a wedding these last two years has impeded regular climbing, and my joints take a lot … More Dipping a Toe
My whole life has been punctuated by some sort of worry. From 18 months old I had a phobia of dogs, and ended up going to a psychiatrist when my parents realised that my instinct to run away from the problem could lead to serious issues – namely running into the road in a state … More Big Sky Therapy
For 3 years now, I’ve been saying my one regret in life is trying rowing when I was at university. I fell in love with the sport, became super fit, and thrived on the competition that drove me to the gym or the water 6 days a week. My heartache comes from the fact that … More My Only Regret
It’s been a long and endless struggle, trying to find an aerobic exercise that I can do, enjoy, and doesn’t injure me. I’ve always had a problem with stitches when running, and have tried every trick in the book until I finally acceded that it just wasn’t for me. Rowing was a wonderful, exhilarating 6 … More Take to the Water
As I’ve mentioned once or twice – or enough times for you all to be rather bored – I’ve got a bit of a dodgy skeleton. Nothing major or particularly difficult to live with, but nevertheless noticeable for someone whose chosen sport requires the body to be put into all sorts of weird and wonderful … More Flexibility and Flapjacks
Let me preface this blog post with a word of acknowledgement. I know my injuries (if I can really call them that) are not life threatening, permanent, or drastically altering in any way. I am not belittling nor exaggerating either my own experiences or those of people who have suffered far more than me. But … More Another Year On
As a theatre type I’ve been acquainted with the pause for a long time. The works of Harold Pinter are testament to the way a desperately intense 10 seconds of silence can make or break a performance. A hesitation between two “I love yous” can mean anything from an overwhelming sense of ecstasy to a … More The Power of the Pause
I do enjoy a good climbing pun, but actually this post isn’t really all about climbing. In fact, it’s barely about climbing at all. It’s about swimming. I’ve not swum properly (eg. lengths, rather than paddling on holiday) for at least 5 years – definitely not since I started wearing contact lenses when I was … More Finding That Foothold
Tiffany Chevis 