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Mud, mud, glorious mud
Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
I’ve reconnected with the sport I love and thought I wouldn’t be able to do again. It feels great.
On this, the 40th anniversary of my best athletic achievement, I’ve finally decided to stop running badly and focus on walking brilliantly. Here’s why.
My holiday bucket list is ticked. I’ve been to some wonderful places. But I’m not going back. Here’s why.
For two glorious weeks in the summer of 2012, I saw the world at its best in the safe, clean and joyous place that was London’s Olympic Park.
Today marks the first day of the rest of my running life. I’ve recaptured the magic. And it’s all down to other people.
… but not this year. Once again I am grateful that someone else has managed the nightmare hokey-cokey that is booking and unbooking our trips abroad.
The second of my ‘walks for the wobbly’ brought some cracking views – but my camera, with a mind of its own, had a severe case of the blues.
I have many friends in mountain rescue. But I’d rather meet them in the pub than call them out to me for an emergency I could have prevented. Here are the extra things I need to think about.