Happy New Year…….now help me up would you?

Hello beautiful people!

Happy New Year to you all. I hope you had a great Christmas and festive season. I am having a lovely time in Dubai with the family. I have been eating and drinking like a man with no arms as we say in Scotland – which pretty much makes no sense but phrases never do – but I have also been running with my sister and to Crossfit. Speaking of which, check out the lovely shoes that I bought for myself!


Oh yes, I also bought that fuchsia lip gloss. 😘

I took them to their first Crossfit class the other day (the shoes not the lip gloss) and they thought it was awesome but since then my muscles have not been quite so excited. My 92 year old Gramps is currently getting off the sofa faster then me and you can tell whenever I ‘powder my nose’ because you can hear me groan as I lower myself (with support from my arms) to a siting position, where I then spend about five minutes wondering if I am too old to shout and ask the Mama to help me back up. Then yesterday, as it was the first of January, my sis and I decided to go for a nice 8km run along the boardwalk. ‘It’ll loosen you off’ she said. LIAR. The first km was agony, I could barely get my legs to move, it was 30 degree heat beating down on us, and then the last two my thighs decided to take a little nap but we made it in the end, albeit for a less attractive final photo than I would have liked, but then who looks good at the end of a boiling hot run!??


The good thing is the sea was a delicious temperature so we went for a little paddle afterwards to cool down. I am trying not to think about the freezing cold Madrid weather I’ll be returning to next week, which normally would be ok because I feel it gives me an excuse to drink red wine (no? Not a good excuse?) BUT I am going to do thirty dry days when I get back to kick off my 2015 fitness mania so there is no wine consolation prize this year. Oh dear. I’m going to have to become productive. SHOCK. HORROR.

Anyway kids, I must be off, it is Daddy Daughter day today and we have a trip on the creek to be getting on with.

I wish you all the best health and happiness for this new year!


How has your festive season been?


Running for MS

Oh, I have been gone for some time but life is just, well, life and getting in the way of me sitting down and typing. It has also been getting in the way of my Shemar Moore/Criminal Minds obsession which, clever old me, brings me nicely to my topic for the day.

HOT MEN. No, just kidding….although I may make that the theme of tomorrow’s post. Today’s topic is running and MS.

How does that relate to Shemar Webster, sorry..Moore, I hear you ask. Well, Shemar Moore’s Mother has Multiple Sclerosis and he has a line of clothing called Baby Girl that he sells to raise money for MS research. The clothes come in all sizes and colours, as do the women he uses to model them. Basically the man is a god. If he was British he would deserve a knighthood. He raises money for charity and in doing so makes all the women that buy his line of clothing feel empowered and good about themselves whether they are a size 0 or a size 20. Check out his web site here

I have not yet bought anything from the website but plan to get a super comfy t-shirt in purple asap. However, I have done something for MS and that was run a 10km in Casa de Campo (huge park in Madrid) last Saturday. Not only did I run 10km, I did it at 9am. Yes NINE AM. I got up at 7am on a Saturday morning and then later turned water into wine. Actually, that second part isn’t true, I can only do one miracle a day.

Here I am with my big sis and friend before the race:


And here I am after:


You may think I don’t look too happy and that is because I wanted to do it in under 59 minutes but we finished in 1.01.10. So I moaned a little (lot) and then my sister gave me a lecture and now I am quite proud of myself. You see, the first person across the finish line took 34 minutes, which is pretty slow for a professional runner and it was because of the giant, giganta, hugemungously enormousness of the hills. Therefore, I am now the PROUD owner of a ‘corre por la esclorosis multiple’ t-shirt and am currently looking for my next race.

If anyone would like to donate new ankles and knees to me that would be great, thanks.

And that, as they say in the cartoons, is all folks!

Happy Friday, may it be full of fun and vino!


Check out the Pulp Muffins


Am I, or am I not, a genius? Well, not really since it was actually Lolly’s idea but I helped…that surely has to count for something?

So I have been AWOL for a while while my big sis was visiting for Easter and we had such a great time. Lolly is a great runner (and generally a fitness maniac – think energizer bunny that never charges down) and so we went out running every single morning that she was here. Yup, that’s right – even on our holidays we got up and went out to the park for a run and while at the time I would say it was somewhat torturous, when we finished I felt great (and then we drank loads of wine). It makes a massive difference to have someone with you who is a really good motivator I think and in three days I chopped a minute off my time…check me right out! I am developing a new love (kind of) for beginning to run again. Instead of the traditional thoughts before/during a run of ‘oh man, this is going to be awful’ ‘this is so hard, how am I ever going to be able to run further than this’ ‘did someone put glue on the soles of my shoes?’ etc etc I now have the following thoughts (and thank you Pinterest for this)




I just have to remember that even if it is hard, if I keep going I will get better and what seems hard now will one day be much easier and progress should be slow and steady! So if I have an awful run, or if it seems like somehow I slipped through a black hole and am actually now running in hell, I try to remember that tomorrow is a new day and in a week from now I will be better! Ohhhh goodness…so much positivity for one blog post high FIVE!

So anyway, I have digressed as usual. I wanted to share our pulp recipe with you all. It isn’t rocket science and to be honest we basically just chucked a load of stuff in Mixie (food processor) and hoped for the best but sometimes randomness works out for the best and they are AMAZING. Here is what we did…..

Emptied pulp from juicer into Mixie (carrot, apple, celery, baby gem lettuce, ginger, broccoli)
Added 3 cups of wholemeal flour
A sachet of baking powder
7 cloves of garlic
A tonne of black pepper
About 2 teaspoons of cumin
About 2 teaspoons of curry powder
A sprinkling of rock salt
Two small pots of fat free sour cream
One egg

We then mixed it all together, put it in little silicon cases and cooked them for about 45 minutes at 180 and they are super duperly delicious……I personally plan to make some hummus later so I can have one with the hummus for brekkie tomorrow a couple of hours after my juice. Highly recommendable.

I hope you make them. I hope you love them.

Now, I must watch Suits. Harvey is waiting for me.


Another Week of Running, Sister Visit, Wine and Food

The title pretty much says it all….I am a little AWOL because I am hanging out with my big sis Lolly who came to visit for the Easter holidays! We are having a great time of (as mentioned above) running, drinking wine, more wine and eating. Oh, and we also made pulp crackers (delicious) and pulp muffins (garlic party in your mouth)…. Recipe to come soon……

Happy holidays!


A Week of Running

Well hello there! I feel like I haven’t blogged for a while but I have had a really stressful last two days so everything feels like much longer ago than it really was – my week has officially been in slow motion. However, that is all done now and it is Saturday! Yippeeee! And the weird thing? I went to bed at 11.30 last night. On a Friday night. I am now sitting on my (very comfy may I say) sofa waiting for the internet man to come and instal my fibre. I suspect there is a good chance I may still be sitting here in two hours they are that reliable.

And now to the point of my blogging today: I started running again. Under strict orders from my physio to go running everyday I started to go at lunchtime with my work friend and I am loving it. Ok, not so much at the time because it is a very hilly area but when it is over I am thrilled. It is great really because I wanted to get back into running and this has forced me to do it, plus I do it at lunch so I don’t need anymore time after work and I have company. What more could a girl want? The best part is – my ankle seems fine (touch wood). I have even been adding in dance class and Crossfit at night and so far so good. So high five to you running and to you ankle for supporting me so well!

Now I must bake a cake. Yes, really.

Happy Saturday everyone! What are your plans?


Ow, Ow and more Ow

Well well well…….let me start by saying that I am in agony. Yesterday I was all smug and ‘check me out, hardcore Crossfit class after 7 weeks of nothing and I am fiiiine’ and now I think even my hair hurts. I had to squat down to plug in my laptop and I was quite concerned I may need to call 112 (999 or 911 to the rest of the world) and envisaged the embarrassment of a call that went like this:

‘112, which emergency service do you need?’
‘Ehhh, not sure….Fire Brigade?’
‘Is there a fire miss?’
‘Hmmm, not really…not unless my thighs burning counts?’
‘I don’t understand. What seems to be the problem?’
‘I squatted down and I can’t get back up….maybe you could send a strong, hot man to help me?’
‘Please do not waste our time. There are other phone lines you can call for this kind of thing’


I shall be trying to not drop anything for the next few days and then if I do, seriously contemplating how much I really need to pick it up and if I do, I will be bending from the waist very much like George Michael danced when he was in Wham.

Now I must go to the gym and run for 15 minutes as ordered by my physio. I have just bought a Jhené Aiko song that I love called The Worst which I plan to listen to on repeat while I run.

This will be followed by my first dance class since the ankle injury.

HIP HOP dancing……*sigh of joy*

Happy Saturday kids!


What’s your favourite work out song at the moment?

Holy Hell, my legs hurt


Yup…..that’s how I feel except I am not even attempting to stand. Two days of Crossfit then a 5km run and dancing back to back has reminded me that I am in fact, not superhuman. Bummer cos I was really looking forward to moving things with my mind – like my Fisio from his house to mine.