Check my plan and see what was to achieve this week. Monday first run of the week, however this was coupled with my fist panic attack in ages. This panic attacks came out of the blue.
My names Gina and it feels like deja vu back to January 2017. I’m about to put myself to the test in running another marathon. It takes a special kind of nutter to contemplate running marathon.
That time of year when the phrase NEW YEAR NEW ME is banded about. Some despair of the phrase but for me it is the start of the new year, signalling a clean start, to set goals and aspirations for the year ahead. Making yourself accountable for goals.
Whether we like it or not, people love to judge especially when it comes to size and appearance. Many of us would describe the ideal runner’s body as lean, lanky and lithe. Even at my thinest I would never be described as any of the above.
That festive time of year again, the tree is up and though I’m not a fan of the season, I do like rediscovering my decorations as I dress the tree and house. Unwrapping the collection of trinkets collected over the years.
The northern part of the canal (Tewitfield to Kendal) was drained of water and closed in 1944. There was a severe leakage and it was filled in, also parts were blocked when the M6 were built.
Living with anxiety is tough at times. There is never a specific trigger when I am feeling anxious or having a panic attack, just a bunch of little triggers that all add up. To what? To an anxiety attack. A big, huge, heart pounding, sweat inducing panic attack.
It’s a year ago since we took ownership of our Black Labrador puppy Lucy. After the initial wobbles about how a dog would fit into our lives, these were quickly dispelled as she settled in and we wondered how we had survived without a Lucy.
An eye roll at yet another social media challenge, it’s that or another “national” day of some description. But it did get me thinking about how s decade could fly by in a blink of an eye.
Lucy was one on Christmas Eve and it’s nearly a year since we bought her home. It seems like 2 seconds ago she was only able to fit in the palm of our hands. I say the same about my stepsons, obviously not fitting in the palm of my hand!