The huge irony is that since I went to the Running Show i have hardly run at all!! There have been some big reasons biut it reminds me how easy it is to slip behind with training and to stop believing in yourself. I have managed a couple of 2 mile runs and am trying to be positive every time i do lace up my trainers so all is not lost and tomorrow is another day x

National Running Show Birmingham

I am really proud to be associated with The National Running Show in the role of an Ambassador. It was a great event - inspirational talks from Olympic Gold Medallists  Sally Gunnell, Linford Christie.  Steve Cram shared his knowledge and experience. Chris Nicholson spoke tough words about inclusivity - he suffered a life changing injury and  now races in a wheelchair, paving the way courageously for other differently abled athletes. . There was a super forum on mental health which is very clsoe to my heart and a vast array of stalls and exhibitions. 

the next show is in London on 13th/14th June 2020 - why not sign up use code AMB28 and  grab a free ticket

it really is worth going to  Dame Kelly Holmes will be there and so many other people all celebrating running, wellbeing  and life


Two events in aid of Tribe Freedom Foundation completed this weekend A Park Run which was the most difficult and uncomfortable one I've done so far - my feet have ony just thawed out!  I also had the problem of tracksuit bottoms falling down - they got heavier and heavier as they got wetter and wetter and it was nearly a disaster!

And a Run for Love litter pick this morning - very icy but so beautiful - we filled another sack of litter and have raised over £900 so far  so worth every slippery step and every frozen finger!!!

Mud, Glorious Mud

Mud, glorious mud! Is just soo much fun sploshing through the Park Run puddles ! Brings out the child in me ! I hope you all get some play - time today and are able to make the best of our rather dodgy weather. Enjoy!!!


Celebrated my 60th Park Run this morning by getting in the festive spirit Serious side too - dedicated it to all farm animals and raised funds for Compassion In World Farming  - please urge our PM to ban live exports thank youI'

Was a beautiful morning in Exmouth  and they were celebrating their second birthday. Lots of Santas, Elves and even a few angels and a Bishop so great fun! 

Light 16.12.19

Went out very early this morning and it was so dark I could only run up and down for 20 metres or so. After about 10 minutes I had a lovely surprise, the moon came and joined me! It emerged from behind the thick clouds and cast enough light for me to run my usual route around the field. Heres hoping everyone has an unexpected and special visitor this week and lets remember to thank those who light up our lives by their presence- esepcially those who stick with us in the darkest moments.


Wasn't sure whether to go to the Park Run this morning as was blowing a gale and i knew it would be challenging. In the end i braved it and have never seen such mud and puddles!  With feet like blocks of ice, hands i didn't know what to do with (I suffer from Reynauds) i plodded round and you know what i actually quite enjoyed it! To have got there, finished and not given in to the temptation of telling myself it was all too much felt good.  i din't run fast. I didn't run pretty but i ran !

If anyone would like to go to the Running Show in Birmingham in January use this Code AMB28 and you will get a free ticket Some great speakers including Steve Cram

Hard Work

It's fair to say that I am not at my best this time of year. My energy dips and my desire to go out lessens big time.  Not just running but everything seems like hard work and I prefer to be in my cabin with Eliza and watch the world go by.

I did manage a rather squelchy 3 mile run today which was a boost and soggy feet and muddy trainers aside it felt good to have done it! 

These pigeons and my runner ducks don't seem to mind the challenging conditions so i will take my lead from them and keep putting my best foot forward! Bring it on !!

Stubborn can be good!

IWas thrilled to be well enough to run the Royal Parks half Marathon in London yesterday for Mane Chance – they are one of my favourite charities- I saw parts of London I had never seen before – so beautiful and even though it was a long day and I am mega stiff and exhausted today it was worth it. Hugely grateful to Abi and to Jenny Seagrove for waiting for me to finish and providing a wonderful hot bowl of soup. Three canine supporters cheered`my spirits too.

It is a good job i am stubborn as i so wanted to stop. from mile 5 everything below my waist was painful  but walking didn't help or ease the discomfort so i plodded on and although the time wasn't brilliant 2 hours 33mins 47 secs - it was a mental victory and an overcoming of feelings that i knew i would regret. Have raised £350 for Mane Chance so makes it all worth it.

Cold threatens to stop play!

This is the first time in over 2 years of running that I have been serously worried that I won't make it to a start line. I am due to run the Royal Parks next Sunday but barely have the energy to get out fo bed let alone run a half marathon. It is a reminder to me again how much I take my health for granted even after so many years of miserable illness, now that I am mostly well I just take it as read all will go will with training and off I go. Big wake up call. It is only a heavy cold and neuralgia but it has wiped me and my training out and I will just have to hope I have enough strength tp walk the course even if I can't run. The thought of letting everyone down weighs heavy but here's hoping I can get there and not have to pull out. I watched the Cardiff half marath9on on TV for some inspiration and always end up in tears when I watch these mass participation races, just incredible stories, atmosphere and courage. Thinking of every one today struggling with illness or injury – don't be hard on yourself go gently and remember failure isn't not starting or finishing -it's not trying starting out on the journey in the first

Park Run Tourist!

Ran the Thomas Mills Park run in Framlingham on Saturday - twice round a playing course and beet field. Very tough to keep my balance but was one of those days where i just felt good finishing regardless of time. To my surprise for the first time ever i finished first in my age category - 28 mins  43 seconds and was ridiculously pleased! Just shows that underneath I am deeply competitive. 

i run because i love it. I run because i can and because feel  a great sense of freedom. I run to stay well and to overcome all the negativity that crowds into my head. If i finished last every week i would still run. Running proves i am alive.  To get a boost like that is just the icing on the cake! Thank you running for being such a great friend and thak you parkrun for being there every saturday - you make life better


I'm not very confident about running on the road so I do most of my training in the adjoining field. Yesterday when I set out I found it had been mowed and all traces of my regular running track had diappeared! The main reason for pounding out a path is to avoid rabbit holes and needless to say as I tried to make a new path I had several mishaps and one encounter with a hole a Great Dane would have been proud of let alone a bunny!

It made me think about life How it is easier sometimes to stay on the track you have carved out and how scary it can be when unespectedly or suddenly our circumstances change and it is not so easy to see our way. It can take huge courage to begin again and take a new first step. Whilst some of you who I admire greatly are wonderful adventurers and joyfully go off the beaten track and explore pastures new!.

Whatever you are up to this week – struggling with finding your way or off on exciting adventures – don't go falling down a rabbit hole and look out for your friends x


Overcame my fear of heights and faced my demons today running over the Severn Bridge for the suicide awareness charity CALM in memory of a young man who committed suicide this time last year. Was incredibly hot and strangely eerie. The bridge was closed to traffic and there were no supporters on the road so all i could hear was the thud of my feet and the creaking of the bridge. it seem to affect all the runners a bit until the final sprint when the support was brilliant. Defiintely never again - i'm sure the views were stunning but am afraid i didn't look down!! I also only did the 10k not the half marathon !! Heres to everyone working to help remove the stigma of talking about mental health - and to all who have lost someone in this tragic way


Have just been for a Rubbish Run in rubbish weather!! Every month a few friends go out for a short run and then walk back collecting all the litter as we go. Today we filled 2 black sacks, found several bits of cars. a tap and 14p !!

We have a facbook page which you can join and are invited to post your own pictures and news of where you run and what you find!!

It is fun but has a serious side and the fast food trash especially that litters the lanes and endangers our wildlife really upsets me so this was a way of doing something rather than just whingeing about it !! 

50th Park Run

After nearly two and a half years of running , i finally reached my 50th Park Run which i dedicated to a special little foal called Ava. It was blowing a gale and raining on/off but i managed to finish in 28 mins and 22 seconds - splashing my way around Long Run Meadow in Taunton and battling against gusts of wind that made even breathing difficult!

Ava is at the Mare and Foal Sanctuary in Newton Abbot being cared for 24/7 by the wonderful team of volunteers there. She lost her mother and has a tough raod ahead of her but i am praying she will come through and be homed with a family where she will have the opportunity to thrive and live her little life to the full.

You can join me in donating to her care at


I was anything but calm - but for the first time in my life i went to London on my own, stayed the night and ran a race! it was nerve wracking in the extreme finding my way around worrying about everything under the sun, but in the end it was just an amazing weekend.

Over 400 runners wore the bright orange vest of CALM and being part of that great number took the edge off being alone and it was  amazing to jog past the  The Ritz  - to look up at Big Ben and to run alongside the River Thames with thousands of other runners as music played and the sun shone.

It was a celebration of the gift of life and a coming together to support those going through the hell  of depression or grief. 16 people a day commit suicide and the sadness i feel at that is beyond words as the song in Les Miserable goes; Theres a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and on, ....

CALM provide helplines to listen when words are hard, they provide a presence and to be part of that was inspirational and helped me face my own past with a bit more courage.

It wasn't about time - but the icing on the cake was recording my fastest 10k time so far 1hour and 54 seconds. 

Here's to everyone struggling today and everyone trying to support them. 


I'm never usually seen after about 5pm as am an early riser- but I ventured out last night to run a 10k in Exeter. It is one of a series of races I am running in memory of my mum who would have been 80 next year- she died aged just 51 The plan is to complete 80 races (this was race 9 !! ) for run 4 cancer – a charity set up by runners who have lost family and friends to cancer. It means a lot when I wear their vest as I know I am part of a family who undesrtand how hard it can be and who are trying to honour those they love by giving their and supporting families going through the same sadness today – raising funds to give them breaks and time away together. Huge thanks to Ainslie and Cath for their company and for supplying a much needed banana- its the little things!!!! I have produced a booklet called From Start to Finish in which 14 people share the reason they ran a Marathon. Although it is about running it is about life too – people overcoming sadness, facing challenges and believing that against all the odds they can run 26.2 miles. I have shared my journey and there is a Guiness World Record Holder in there too. If you would like a copy just make a small donation and I will gladly send you a copy. It is a fundraiser but it is more than that I hope – it shows that TOGETHER we are capable of more than we ever dreamed. If you had told me 5 years ago that I would run 3 Marathons, write a novel and raise over £25,000 I woul have refrerred to a psychiatrist !! But with everyones support and encouragement I have been able to embrace life in a way I never thought possible. So thank you everyone and here's to us all overcoming all that holds us back and becoming all that we were made to be 



My miles for Mind challenge has been a total disaster. I pledged to run 100 miles and have only managed 27. I am trying not to be too hard on myself or use the F word (failure) as I know the main reason is that it took me much longer to recover from the London Marathon that I had hoped. Physically it wsn't too bad but mentally I havde been exhausted. Other factors too but every time I tried to do a longer run I was just so done in I couldn't get myself through it which I am struggling with. It is a reminder of how fragile I am and how hard it is to admit that you haven't achieved your target or done what you hoped to do or been what you hoped to be. I will plod on until i hit the 100 mark and I am sure I will bounce back. Sorry for a negative post, congratulations to everyone who ran their miles and strength and courage to everyone who didn't. xx'


For the last 18 months i have been on a waiting list to be linked with a running buddy - well now i have one - meet Justin. He is 14 and lives in New York. He has cerebal palsy and other health complications - but his wonderful smile and gutsy efforts at his physiotherapy make him inspirational and when the marathon in London starts to take its toll and i don't feel i can take another step - it won't just be me i keep going for, it won't even be my charity that makes the difference - it will be knowing that I am running for Justin . It will be his courage, his determination and his love of life that gets me over that fiishing line Thank you Tina Guyadeen for sharing Justin with me - I am so proud to be his buddy and so thankful that he is in my life .


After 2 very emotional and upsetting attempts at running the London Marathon i finally ran the race that i had hoped and longed for. The time of 5 hours 27 mind was inside  my dream time  and i crossed the finish line with a huge smile on my face and a great  sense of joy in my heart. 

All the months of training all the ups and downs, all the moments of doubt and despair were washed away. i had done it and filled my mind with memories that will never leave me. Thank you London for a dream come true



I took part in the Granite Way 20 mile run on Sunday and boy was it tough. I finished third from last in 4 hours 1 minute and 42seconds. The scenery was beautiful and the sun broke through as men and women gritted their teeth and kept going and going andgoing. The words on the medal which we all received at the end summed up so much and reminded me that everyone who took part was a winner. Everyone was pushing themselves to ther limits – many like me in preparation for a Spring Marathon . Not only those running, but volunteers giving up their day, giving out water, smiling and encouraging us to stay strong when it would have been so easy to curl up in a ball and weep.

Sometimes I ask myself why I run long races and take on challenges that take every ounce of strength.

As I recover and write this I know the answer – its because of the words below EFFORT








Part way through we ran over a viaduct brdge and there were notices from the Samaritans pinned on the sides with a phone number urging people in crisis to phone them and talk things through and not to jump. And that is another reason why we run. We run for those we have lost. We run for those who can't. We run because the world is a better place every time someone gives their best.

Here's to us all x.


Just got in from running the Weymouth Half Marathon. The first half of the race was wonderful along the sea front with the sun out and the water a beautiful shade of greeny blue. The second half however was a bit tricky - i don't really do hills and we ended going up to the coastal path before heading back down to the finish. My time isn't confirmed but looks like 2 hours 23 which is my best yet but it was tough and i am pretty done in !! Only 6 weeks to the London Marathon now so getting closer and closer and nerves and doubts are beginning to creep in but will keep going. Heres to us all and to the week ahead - the challenges, the joys and those special to us who we hold in our hearts each day xI'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me.


One of the lovely things about running early before dawn is how much your senses are heightened. Not just sight but hearing too. It was beautiful to listen to creation waking up -not just the song birds and the daft old pheasant who mutters every time I go past his particular bit of field- but the subtle sounds – a hint of breeze and a gentle rustle. Sometimes there's even the bonus of ducks flying overhead on their way to the canal. Their call always makes me want to cry but lifts my spirits at the same time! Gradually it gets lighter and lighter and the hum of the traffic in the far distance becomes part of the music and before you know it another day is fully underway. The countryside can be cruel but it also be beautiful and as I finish my run and let my rescues out – the final joy before breakfast is seeing Jemima taking her early morning swim – with Fiddle her fellow runner faithfully standing guard on the bank. Heres to the lovely things in life that keep us afloat amidst all the cruelty and suffering. And here's to us all as we work together to keep each other encouraged and well x


Every now and then we manage something we didn't think possible. it may be miniscule and trivial even in the scheme of things but still somehow matters, Today for the first time ever i ran a 10k race in under an hour. I never thought i could do that and it doesn't count for much in one way but in another way it shows us we shouldn't put limits on what we think is possible - not just in running but in life. Heres to us all and to all our challenges and dreams big and small and to the special people who share and rejoice in our little triumphs with us

STARS 28.01.19

I ran by the light of the stars earlier today. Most of creation hadn't quite woken up and the fields were dark and silent. Although I felt very small under the vast speckled canopy it also felt a huge privilege to be allowed to share the morning with the frosty grass and the incredible sky. A crescent moon reminded me of Little Pearl my adopted moon bear in China and again I found myself just full of thankfulness for the gift of life and creation and friends. So heres to everyone facing challenges that take all their strength – and heres to the stars – the ones in the sky and the ones in our lives who make us feel special and shine light into our dark times

Morning Mist 21.01.19

 It was clear when I set out on my run this morning but after about 20 minutes the mist suddenly blanketed the countryside. Trees became shadows, fields disappeared and the whole feel of the morning changed Although it was quite eerie, it was wonderful too. The feeling of being enveloped in a beautiful mystery and part of something bigger than myself as the sky and earth became one and everything seemed so connected was just amazing. Gradually the novelty wore off as the damp got into me and I trudged back to my cabin chilled through. The magic didn't last long but while it did it was just the best. An unexpected blessing which I will remember for a long time.


I nearly talked myself out of running this 10k I have felt so wretched and lacking in energy I really didn't think I would manage the 6mile course with its 'interesting undulations'! With some encouragement from a friend i  I gave it a go and was so pleased that i did. Mentally it has helped me feel i have turned a corner and physically it is a step along the way to London.

The thing that struck me most on the day was just how many volunteers are  needed to make events like this happen. As i stood waiting for the mini bus back i made a promise to volunteer at an event this year and when my running days are over to join the ranks of the unsung heroes who week in week out give time and energy to their communities and beyond.

Thank you everyone who made yesterday possible - i finished in 1 hour 7mins and 51 seconds and raised £102 for LACS

First Run of 2019

My marathon training started in earnest today and I know it will be a huge challenges as I battle against the weather, tiredness and the emotional ups and downs of pushing myself to the limit. Our world too faces huge challenges at the beginning of this New Year. Not least the challenge of seeing animals as sentient beings, not trophies, or commodities or play things. The challenge of recognising that every child is unique and has different gifts and qualities that might not seem much in the worlds eyes but which none the less make them beautiful. The challenge of seeing the planet as our responsibility not our dumping ground. The challenge of living simply, respectfully and courageously. Heres to each one of us in 2019. Whatever we have to face – challenges, joys, sadnesses- lets face them together...... xxx


At mile 14  last year in the London  Marathon when i was really ill - I said never again

As wretched  and sick i dragged myself step by step through the crowded streets, feeling dizzy and done in - I said never again

Even as i  crossede finishing line and held the medal in my hand- i said never again

When VICTA contacted me and invited me to run for them again in 2019 i said


This is the link  if you would like to sponsor me



When Tragedy Strikes

 Heart broken to hear of two deaths at the Cardiff half marathon yesterday. A young man aged 25 running with his girlfriend and a 32 year old husband and father. It's so hard to bear when they and thousands of others train hard, and sign up to run for charity to make the world a better place. Running is a wonderful sport that allows the solitary to interact with crowds. It allows the lonely to find friends and it helps everyone believe in themselves again or perhaps for the first time. It's not about running fast (although Mo Farahs time at Chicago was incredible) it is about taking part. About walking when you need to. Crying when its tough. Jumping for joy when you finish a race you never believed you could even start. It's about the amazing crowds who cheer you on. The strangers who stop and make sure you are ok. The smile on the faces of the volunteers who give you the medal at the end. Medals that represent so much. They aren't just bits of metal. They are are hearts breaking and yet overcoming. They are bodies broken but brave enoiugh to still try. They are about hope and courage and love. The leaves are falling like tears from the trees in the garden as I write this. Golds, reds, browns, yellows, greens. So beautiful and yet just here for a time. Sending prayers and love to those grieving the loss of those two runners yesterday and to everyone who is struggling with tragedy. May we all support one another, have time for one another and whether we run, or walk or whether active days are no longer possible, lets keep making our world a brighter place through friendship, compassion and love.


A slope they called it
But they weren't running were they.
On and on
Up and up

The last water gone
Like legs
with nothing left
except blisters, cramp,
tiredness beyond enduring

inch by inch
lamp post by lamp post
until the road levelled
and a sea breeze
cheered as beautifully as the crowd.

So I attacked
with all my 'I can do this'
as the line began to call
and a medal was hung round my neck

The Great North Run
To die for …......


Most of you reading this will have at some time in your life been deeply affected by the suicide of someone close. Yesterday at the Great North Run there were several runners wearing vests with photos of people they had lost to suicide. It was inspiring that they were running but tragic at just how many people die this way. 6,213 deaths in 2017 in the UK is hard to bear.
Today is National Suicide Awareness Day and I had a quiet moment this morning remembering those I've known and those I know who are living with the terrible grief and devastation that suicide leaves in its wake.
I finished the run in 2.28.41 – I saw the Red Arrows, I crossed the Tyne Bridge, I met Katrine Switzer, I even learned a new song about baby sharks! What I will remember most though is the courage, the tears, the triumps and the sheer guts of those who ran. Mo Farah was awesome as he always is and deserves every accolade. But there were thousands more there yesterday whose names we don't know who were equally incredible, even if, or maybe especially if they finished at the back.



LOVE LIVES ON 05.09.18

On Sunday I will be taking part in the Great North Run – not for moon bears this time but for Pudsey Bear and Children in Need. I am running in memory of a little girl Vanessa whose story both broke my heart and made me smile. She loved life, loved to sing and was an absolute joy. It is the first anniversary of her death this weekend. She was 9.

The race is full of people running in memory of those they loved and one story that has touched me so much is of Chloe and Liams family.Chloe and Liam were killed in the Manchester bombing and their mothers are running the race together. They have formed the Chloe and Liam Forever Together Trust and have refused to let the terrible events of that night define them or for hated and death to have the last word, They embody courage- they inspire hope and they say to the world that Love – even love that has been so tragically cut short in Liam and Chloes lives, that love can never be overcome. It goes on living. It goes on shining light in the darkness. It goes on making our world, amidst all the challenges, amd destruction, the beautiful place that it is.



Chloe and Liam

Brave Mums


It was hard this morning and I envied the trees their grace of movement as the early morning breeze caressed their branches and made them dance. My ungainly, higgedly piggedly running style seemed out of place and I wished I could be the bird above me, effortlessly hanging in the air, watching as I huffed and puffed, straining to put one foot in front of the other. I still had nearly an hour to run and my thoughts were beginning to get really negative, when I spotted an elderly man, walking an even more elderly dog in the neighbouring field. They were slow and arthritic and yet togeher as they walked side by side, their cheered my heart as I thought of all the years they must have spent together. All the fun and laughter and tears and hopes. I looked up again at the elegant trees as they towered over me and found the energy to wave at them. I waved at the buzzard circling in the sky, and I waved at the old man and his dog, and he waved back which was like a crowd of a thousand cheering me on. With renewed confidence and all thoughts of my clumsiness forgotten, I made it home smiling at the thought of the old farmer and his black lab in front of their fire together and hoping they would still have many more walks together to come.



YEAST 23.08.18

I was only doing a short run this morning so I took a chance and got the breadmaking under way before I set out.I kneaded the dough and left it to rise. It is always such a Wow moment when the yeast invisibly sets to work and the dough doubles in size. As I ran I began to ponder on what might be the runners (or cyclists or swimmers!) equivalent of yeast. What is the mysterious ingredient in us that helps us to achieve more than we ever thought possible. To double in confidence and to rise up and overcome tiredness, doubt and fear. Is it Passion ? Hope? Love? Faith?

I thought that my yeast was probably 'longing' A longing to overcome past illness and mistakes. A longing to raise funds that will help to make the lives of others better. A longing to somehow make the world a better pace and defeat cruelty and injustice and poverty. A longing to give life my best shot.

I did make it back in time to knead the dough a second time and got the bread in the oven in time for the guests breakfast, but only just!

Only 3 weeks to go now to the Great North Run and I hope that 'yeast' will work its magic for all who are training. That we will be able to overcome the struggles, not get injured and line up together for a wonderful Wow moment in the North East



The Empowering Joy of Running


If you had said ten years ago that I would be training for the London Marathon I would never have believed you. I couldn't run. I wasn't comfortable with my body. I had little confidence. When I turned fifty it suddenly hit me that my years were racing by, my life was slipping through my fingers so slowly but surely I began to dream dreams. Little ones at first. Then gradually they got bigger and bigger.

After watching the London Marathon and being in tears at the emotional of the day, the inspiiring stories of the runners and the overwhelming support of the crowds, my marathon dream was born. It has taken a few years to come true but what has been so unexpected and such a joy has been the way that running has not only connected me with creation as I run but has given me a pride and a respect for my body, which coming from someone who sef harmed for many years is amazing and transforming.

I have grown in confidence, I have grown in a belief that I can overcome setbacks. I can keep gloing when I hurt. I can begin again when I fail and most of all I can make a difference through fundraisiing and in encouraging others to run. I am free in a way that I have never been free before, and the scars on my body have become reminders of how far I have come not a cause of crippling shame.

There are hard times in the training as there are in life Yesterday I ran to the rhythm of the earth and the music of creation. This morning the only sounds in my head were the thud of my feet hitting the ground and the drone of the motorway traffic in the distance. It struck me again how much easier it is to be physically fit than to be mentally strong I could think of a dozen valid reasons for stopping and every step was a struggle. I eventually remembered an interview by Mauricio Pochettino one of my heroes. Spurs had played a lot of games in a short space of time and the interviewer said "I guess it will be rest rest rest now for the players" Poch said "no it will be train train train!!!" he had a smile on his face and that smile helped take the pressure off. I am running for the joy of it, I'm running because I'm alive and well and because I can. I'm running for a charity I believe in and I am running in one of the most emotional and inspiring events in the Sporting Calendar. How good is that! The last couple of miles passed much faster and I have a sneaking suspicion there might even have been a smile on my face as I finished!!!

The empowering joy of running is one of the most precious things in my life. London here I come!



After my first ever race a 10k which didn't go well!!!


I am thinking of founding the Worldwide Satsuma Society!! On sunday 22nd April 14 miles into the London Marathon I had to stop and was terribly sick(an intolerance to energy gels!) Despair threatened to overwhelm me, my marathon dream was in tatters and I was sobbing because the finish line seemed so far away. I trudged on for a bit and after a mile or so a lady in the crowd offered me a satsuma It gave me a massive surge of energy and belief that it was still possible to overcome the pain and exhaustion and make it to the end. I even managed to start running again! Hope was reborn and the dream was back on.
For me, a satsuma will forever be a symbol of kindness - a small act of generosity, a simple word of encouragement from a lady I will never meet again and who will never know what she did for me.

Kindness is one of the fruits of the spirit. One of the less glamourous ones perhaps and one that we can easily overlook. Yet it is one we can share with friend and stranger every day of our lives in hundreds of different ways.
Sometimes the worlds problems seem so huge and we feel so small but we can make a difference, we really can..So give someone a satsuma today and turn our grey world a spirit filled orange!!!!



The Asics I Move London Relay July 2018


I was one of over 1400 runners who took part In the Guiness World Record Breaking relay. We  all held and and passed the baton on raising nearly £30,000 for young people in London  in the process. It has made me reflect on my life and what baton i will be passing on when my work is done and my days end I hope it might be the baton of love for animals- love that sheds the light of compassion into the darkest places of cruelty. Also the baton of respect for those brave enough to talk about depression and anxiety - bringing understanding and companionship where fear has led so many to suffer in silence behind closed doors. The baton of faith where confidence in the church seems at all time low.  Our batons are our legacy, they matter. We might not break many world records but we can all try to break down barriers or prejudice, hatred and stigma. Lets do it!!

On a light hearted note this was the poem I wrote about the relay. Rod was the nickname for the baton!!


Ode to Rod and the relay runners!

Rod's been held by many hands Been passed from friend to friend And though the relay's over The running will not end

We'll run on for the homeless Whose self esteem is low We'll run on if we're speedy We'll run on if we're slow

We'll run to raise awareness We'll run to bring kids hope To give them other options Than gangs and crime and dope

We'll run for those in turmoil Those trapped by mental pain We'll run down their depression, In sun and wind and rain

For we are I move runners And we're a hardy lot We'll run on for our city, Keep giving all we've got

So Rod you broke the record And we're all mega proud An awesome feat of running By a truly awesome crowd






Passing on the baton