Where to begin...! Last time I blogged, I had just got back from Portugal, had a few days to unpack...and pack again, before heading to France for the weekend, to do a sprint relay with my French GP team CRV Lyon. It was a successful if not rather chilly weekend, running around the streets of Grenoble in our swimsuits, overlooked by snow capped mountains, with the team taking first place. Returning from France I was carrying a niggle, having been baring weight/walking differently after cutting the top of my foot during transition practice in Portugal. This meant 10 days or so off running, which as anyone close to me will know after my shin injury a few years back - was hugely frustrating and, worrying - that it would not develop into anything else.
Last weekend I headed home, to see for the first time my whole family together since September! Between my sister (pictured right) being on her gap year, me moving to Loughborough, Mum starting her a job lecturing law in Cardiff and Dad being here there and everywhere working, it was larveeely to have everyone in one spot again even if only for 24hrs! We spent the day at Badminton Horse Trials revisiting our countryside roots. The next day Dad and I raced Bristol 10km in truly ghastly conditions. Sheet rain and a proper puff of wind meant PB times were off the cards. It was all going well until about 6.5km, having gone through 5km in 17.25 I was on track for my target. However after the turnaround point on the portway we had a headwind heading into the city centre which presented turns, cobbles and a steady ascent, resulting in a considerably slower last third of the race.
I cheered myself up that afternoon by going car shopping (as one does) and purchased my first set of wheels, a red VW Polo named Henry. That evening I was escorted back to Loughborough by Dad (my first motorway experience) who was firm I stuck to the inside lane and an absolute-no-negotiations maximum of 70mph the whole 150 miles back - only to discover on Monday from mum he'd been issued with two penalty notices for driving in a bus lane and speeding the week prior. Don't worry dad, your secrets safe.
Following France, I began a new job! I am now delighted to be working a few hours each week at Total Fitness Nottingham (TFN). TFN have been awarded the Triathlon 220 Award of retailer of the year no less than 7 consecutive years, and I am really excited to be a part of their team.
So overall, throw my 22nd birthday celebrations (which lasted at least a week, obviously) in there too and I don't think I could have crammed much more into the last month if I tried. This Friday I'm off to France again, for the first actual division 2 Grand Prix race of the year in Sables d'Olonnes. Life aint half bad. Ciou! X
"Take a deep breath. It's just a bad day, not a bad life."