A critique of ‘An open letter to my non mother friends’

The following blog post came up in my facebook feed today and those reply boxes just don’t have enough space, so here is a critque of An open letter to my non mother friends.

This seems to be a well-intentioned blog post from a new mother of twins to her non-mum friends, but veers off into the patronising and self-involved in a number of places (not to mention the passive aggressive posting of an open letter on a blog rather than having a conversation with the individuals involved).

Let’s break it down:

Dear Friend who has not yet had babies,

Erm, ‘not yet’? The only type of friends this person has is those who have ‘not yet’ had babies? Way to alienate those who are childfree, whether it is by their own choice or not. Not a good start (and what’s up with the capital for ‘Friend’ while we are at it?).

As you know I recently went travelling.  I voyaged into the world of Motherdom.  My life as I knew it was simultaneously destroyed and completed by this adventure.  I have willingly submitted to the cultures and ways of the land and will be staying here.  I wanted to write and tell you about it.

I’m going to be generous and go with this cutesy ‘travelling’ analogy, but already I’m starting to feel a little queasy about ‘the world of Motherdom’ and I may strain something rolling my eyes this hard.

I am the same person.  But I am also a completely different person.  It’s like when I got here someone put me in a jar and shook it… my passions and interests are still the same, but  in Motherdom, my responsibility’s and priorities have more hold.  This is probably frustrating for you, it is for me too.

First, it’s ‘responsibilities’ and not ‘responsibility’s’, second are you really going to persist with this magical land of Motherdom anaology? OK then, but it’s getting less cute each time you use it. Third, please don’t project emotions onto me, your hypothetical ‘Friend’. ‘This is probably frustrating for you’, um no. People’s responsibilities and priorities change all of the time, for lots of different reasons, there’s no point in getting frustrated when they do it is just a fact of life.

I still want to talk to you about my passions.  Say the gym.  They have gyms here too!

Great, you want to talk to me, not with me note, but to me. I forsee conversations in which you talk to me about the gym, cool. Maybe I also want to talk about the gym, maybe not.

But I will have to rain check if a child has chicken pox.  I will want to talk to you about the likelihood of wetting myself.  I want you appreciate the fact that I am here with you despite the weeks of 2hrs sleep a night.  My passions are harder fought for but they are still there.

Sure, chicken pox seems like a good reason to rain check our awesome gym-based conversation. Not sure I necessarily want to talk about your likelihood of wetting yourself (it’s not one of my top 10 favourite topics of conversation), but again that is something you want to talk to me about and not with me, so I guess my wants don’t matter and being a good friend I’ll probably talk with you about it anyway. So long as you appreciate the fact that I am here with you right alongside me appreciating you being here with me I don’t know why we have to bring up who has had more sleep. I can commiserate with you that you feel like you have to fight harder for your passions now, that must be tough, how about we talk about that instead of the wetting yourself thing.

Please don’t cut me out because I am slow to keep up or late to turn up.  Likewise if I go without you it’s not personal… it’s just that I had time!

How about I hold you to the same standard as all of my other friends. Habitually late? That’s going to be a problem regardless of the reason, my time is worth something too. Went to the gym when you had time, great, did you think about inviting me too?

I am in love.  The natives are akin to drunken schizophrenic despots who are genetically designed to reduce me to a quivering mess should that be there desire.  They are physically inept, they don’t speak my language, and they steal sleep as a form of torture. They test me to my limits.  They are at times violent, merciless and relentlessly deafening.

Oh good, we’re back to the mystical land of Motherdom (and it is ‘their’ not ‘there’). You’re really not selling the natives though, this sounds like an extremely abusive relationship.

I have fallen in love with them.  I have dedicated my life in there service.  I do not expect you to also lose your mind and fall in love with them but I do expect you respect it.

It’s still ‘their’ and not ‘there’ by the way. Now let’s talk about the choice of the word ‘respect’. What exactly am I being expected to respect here? The fact that you have lost your mind? This seems clear from the persistent Motherdom-as-country analogy. The fact that you have fallen in love with them? This is to be expected. Still not sure where the respect comes in. Acceptance, sure, this is the way things are and should therefore be accepted (there’s no point fighting against how another person feels). The word ‘respect’ has undertones of admiration, however, should I be admiring your choice to have children, falling in love with them and dedicating your life in their service? Meh. Your life, your choice.

I am sorry…but also not sorry for the baby chat.   Imagine for a single moment that after a night of great sex and laughter your body got up and unasked and without conscious effort –and built two humans inside of you.  David Attenbourgh’s Blue Planet is one thing but watching a world of your own creation… well it’s fucking interesting.

Yup, that does sound interesting. To you. This may or may not interest me but you appear to have made your decisions about what you are going to talk about regardless of my interests, so I guess rock on with your bad self.

This is Motherdom.

Did you just suggest that David Attenborough should be narrating the minutiae of your life? Or maybe Channel 4.

The natives here, their behaviours, sleep patterns, the way they feed, the way they interact.  It’s amazing.  I know it looks mundane to you but it is not just clearing up sick, getting up in the middle of the nights and sadly glancing at flabby tummy in changing room mirrors. I have laughed the most honest of laughs at dancing toddlers, wept with relief in the arms of my husband.  I have exploded with pride at legs I built being used to walk and literally shook with fear at the prospect of them not walking any more.   You see a mundane monotony but this is a roller coaster when you see it from the hills of Motherdom.  I want to talk about your world too but I also want to talk about mine.

Aha, we’ve finally spotted a ‘their’ in the wild, marvellous I will note it down in my spotter’s notebook. Again with the assumption of what I am thinking or seeing, though. How about you leave it up to me as to whether I see something as a mundane monotony or not, instead of telling me that I do, yes? You might find that conversations go a lot more smoothly without all of these assumptions about how I feel or how I see things. Nice to see that you do want to talk about my world, a shame you couldn’t let that be a full sentence and instead tack on how you want to talk about yours (which I don’t think anyone would be in any doubt about at this point).

I envy you and pity you simultaneously.  Your figure, your ease of travel, your career, you cleanliness, your independence, your ability to do what you want, when you want, in a way you want to do it. I envy all of it but I pity you the lack of awareness of these things.  Through all the pity you probably feel for me as I trudge through the tantrums and ‘can’t find a babysitter’ dramas I reflect it right back at you… even if you don’t want or need it in your adventures you are missing out, for not knowing the joy of having tiny hands hold yours or seeing your partner in a light that wants to make you weep in the face of our human capacity for compassion.  No these are not the daily experience of Motherdom and if you are think of joining me don’t be sold on them… but they do make it worth the trip!

You pity me? You pity my lack of awareness? Are you fucking kidding me?! Again with the telling me how I feel (apparently I’m pitying you, news to me, but do keep telling others what they are feeling, that always goes so well). Oh and I’m missing out, am I? I could never know ‘the joy of having tiny hands hold yours’ because that only happens to mothers apparently. Ditto ‘seeing your partner in a light that wants to make you weep in the face of our human capacity for compassion’. Nope, that’s something that only happens in the realm of parenting (I wonder if Fatherdom is the same place as Motherdom or whether you need a visitor permit). I’d like to discount this bullshit as being related to the afore-mentioned sleep deprivation but I fear it may rather be full on narcissism at this stage.

I want to be open about your travels.   I don’t mind if you don’t want to join me here – the climate is pretty changeable, I’ve already mentioned the natives and there isn’t much of a culture of going out, but I do want to talk to you about it.  Don’t worry, we are different I don’t expect you to want the same things as me- it’s literally ok if your travel plans are not the same as mine.

Well, I’m so pleased that you recognise that I may have different plans to you, shame you don’t want to talk with me about that but rather to me. Is this why you have written this passive aggressive blog post so that you can talk to me rather than with me?

You are my lifeline.   I genuinely mean everything I have said.  Motherdom is no different from anywhere you love.  You commit to living there, to its ways, its people and its pace but not at the expense of hankering for some of the familiarity you left behind.  You in your Non-mom-dom keep me real. You anchor me.  You provide perspective and contrast, balance and sanity.  I literally need you.  The other here get me in a way you can’t, but too much looking inwards never got any one anywhere.

Ugh, a ‘literally’. I spotted it in the previous paragraph but it looks like they’re breeding now. Nice to know that whilst being your lifeline and anchor I also cannot ‘get’ you in the same way as the people on Fantasy Island. I’m honoured, no really. Remind me again why we were friends in the first place?

Please write from Non-mom-dom!

OK, here you go!

From different sides of the same Ocean let’s keep talking, I miss you.

Do you? It sure sounds like you miss having someone to talk at, sorry, to. You don’t seem that interested in me or my needs or wants, though.

Love Me. x

Desperate much?

So I get that you want to stay in touch with your (only female?) friends since you became a mother, but this open letter makes you seem interested only if this happens on your terms, to your schedule, so that you can have someone to listen to what you want to say. That is shitty friend behaviour. As someone in Non-mom-dom please understand that I get it. I get that you have different demands on your time. I get that you might have to cancel at short notice. I get that you have new interests that you will want to talk about. My response to you is to ask that you please remember and abide by the friend ‘rules’. Please respect my time as being as valuable as yours, please remember that I might have interests that I want to talk about (conversation should be two-way), please don’t tell me how I feel or what I think.

Now I don’t know the person who wrote the original blog post, and I’m sure that some of my friends with children are going to be worried that some of the things I have expressed in response to it are directed at them. Please be assured that they are not. If I wanted to direct something at you, I’ll direct it at you (and not post a passive aggressive blog post open letter about it). I am, however, fed up of some of the bullshit that people (particularly women) are fed regarding parenthood and how it’s some magical mystical thing that no-one else could ever understand. I have deliberately not posted this as a response to the original writer. I am sure that they meant well, but I did want to use their post to highlight how pervasive the ‘parenthood is everything’ trope can be.





Ecotricity and electric cars

When I was first considering switching from my hybrid (Prius) to a full electric (Leaf) car last year, one of the factors was Ecotricity’s Electric Highway: a network of rapid chargers at most motorway service stations that could take my car’s battery from 0-80% in 30 minutes. I was switching from hybrid to full electric because the majority of my journeys are well within the Leaf’s 90-mile range, but it was good to know that there was this network so that I could undertake longer journeys (such as the round trip I made to Heathrow earlier this year). The best bit about the Electric Highway? It was powered by green energy and it was free.

I was so taken by Ecotricity’s green credentials and their free Electric Highway that I was tempted to switch to them as my energy supplier, but when I looked at the rates and what I use it would have been about £100 more expensive a year (and I already get a lot of my own electricity from my solar panels). A couple of weeks ago, however, I got an email from them (as an Electric Highway cardholder) saying that they were changing the scheme so that a 20 minute charge would now cost £5 and the change was going to start on 11th July (the email was sent 7th July, so not a massive amount of notice), but that if you were an Ecotricity energy consumer then it would continue to be free.

Consultation followed as a lot of people gave feedback about the short notice and the substantial change in cost. On 12th July another email came around to state that the pricing structure had changed to £6 for a 30 minute charge, so 50% more charging time for 20% more cost. I think that most people accept that it is fair for Ecotricity to start to charge for this service that they have been providing for free since 2011, but the extremely short notice for the change and the pricing structure has left a bad taste in many mouths. In comparison, Charge Your Car has a £4.50 fee for a 30 minute rapid charge using identical units (sometimes it’s £4.50 for an hour, it depends on the owner of the unit).

Ecotricity are offering a discount on your annual energy bill of £40 if you register your electric car with them, which is going to be leading a lot of people to be running a lot of calculations as to whether to switch in order to continue having free access to the chargers. Unfortunately with the very short notice given between announcing the plans to charge and implementing the charges, this smacks of a way of forcing people to change their supplier, especially if you use the chargers a lot. I had been a regular user of the Ecotricity charger at my local Ikea (until I finally got a fast charger installed at home), and had only used the Electric Highway once on the Heathrow round trip. I stopped 4 times on that journey, so would have incurred a £24 fee for a journey of around 200 miles. If I made the same journey in the Prius it would have cost around £20 in fuel (assuming a per litre price of 110p and consumption of 52mpg).

Add into the mix that I am on the waiting list for a model 3 Tesla and things get more complicated again. Tesla are also rolling out their supercharger network in motorway services (and elsewhere). They have already announced that the model 3 will be supercharger capable, but will not get free charging (unlike the model S, X and roadster), though a charging fee structure will be available (yet to be announced) to be able to use them. With an adapter (costing around £450) a Tesla can also charge from the CHAdeMO connector on the Electric Highway rapid chargers, though will take longer than 30 minutes to reach 80% from empty as they have a larger battery. So, do I switch energy suppliers now to grant free access to the Electric Hghway, and then buy an adapter with my Tesla and stick with the Ecotricity machines, or eschew the Electric Highway entirely and rely only on the supercharger network? Hard to calculate without knowing what Tesla are going to charge for the use of their network. Faster charge from Tesla, but where is the power coming from?

I mostly charge from home these days, which means charging from my solar panels (so green energy that I also get paid for generating). The model 3 is going to have a minimum 215 mile range (more than twice my Leaf), so would need fewer rapid charges on a longer journey. I haven’t actually made a super-long journey, just the Heathrow round trip, so how much am I likely to use either network? My best bet is probably to have another look at Ecotricity’s prices as an energy supplier, with the £40 discount for having an electric car, and if that gives me free usage of their network too, then that’s an unexpected bonus. If I do decide to change, I know that Ecotricity offer a referral fee for existing customers, so I’ll keep people posted on that. Time to crunch some numbers (as I’ve just had an energy bill through). Luckily none of this affects my feed-in-tariff payments, as while I am registered with my current energy supplier for them the two departments don’t talk to each other (I sent them a copy of my energy bill as proof of address).


ETA: I did just run the numbers and it would cost me £59 per year to switch from my current supplier to Ecotricity. Interestingly I could switch to local Bristol Energy (which is planning on moving towards more green energy but is currently mixed) for a saving of £102 per year but on a 12 month fixed contract so that could change drastically after that.

UPDATE: an added wrinkle is that I have just found out that Ecotricity has a ‘fair usage’ limit of 52 free charges a year for their energy customers (it is buried at the bottom of their FAQs). So, do I pay more to switch energy suppliers to a 100% green supplier (Ecotricity) and also get limited free access to their rapid charger network (potentially also incurring a £450 adapter cost when I get my Tesla)? Or, do I stay where I am, charging primarily from my own green solar panels and pay according to whatever Tesla brings in for their charging plan, but not having 100% green energy? Or so I change to another, cheaper, energy supplier? Given that I have barely used their network so far, this is probably still a decision to be made on price vs. green energy and which is likely to be important to me now and in the future (plus what I can realistically afford).



An apology to the world

I’m sorry. It’s a phrase we say a lot of as Brits, but I’m going to have to say it some more. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that with this vote we have allowed anti-intellectualism and petty nationalism to win. I’m not sure how it happened, but dismissing expert opinion and listening to your gut has taken priority over research and critical thinking.

I’m sorry that with this vote we have made every immigrant in the country feel unwelcome, whether they have fled a warzone, followed a loved one, or just taken an opportunity to live in another country.

I’m sorry that with this vote, in committing political and economic suicide we will also drag down the global economy and political situation, potentially breaking apart our own union of nations as well as the European Union.

I’m sorry that with this vote, the poorest in our society (who already suffer the greatest) are going to put at an even greater disadvantage.

I’m sorry that with this vote the futures of our young people have become less bright.

I’m sorry that with this vote the NHS will be put under even greater strain as people are forced into economically motivated poor diet choices and increased stress levels.

I’m sorry that with this vote I will no longer be in a financial position to support local and independent businesses.

I’m sorry.


Tax: avoidance vs evasion

Tax has been in the news a lot lately, and as it used to be my living for 10 years (but I am now no longer qualified, so don’t take anything I say as tax advice), I thought I would weigh in with the difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion.

Tax avoidance is the reduction of a tax bill through legal means, whilst tax evasion is the non-payment of tax that is legally due.

I have a somewhat biased view of tax avoidance given that it was my job for 10 years, first (and last) by reducing the amount businesses had to pay over to the tax authorities in relation to employees they sent overseas on assignment, then working on behalf of high net worth non-doms to lower their worldwide tax liabilities. All tax planning was done within the laws of all countries involved.

I have also experienced (and participate in) first-hand tax avoidance. I paid money into my employer’s pension scheme (thereby legally reducing my taxable income and reducing my tax liability). I have used an ISA and Premium Bonds for savings (whose earnings are tax free). I used to (when I still paid tax) tick the gift aid box on charitable contributions (thereby extending my basic rate band and reducing my tax liability). My parents gave me cash gifts in line with the annual allowances while they were still alive in order to reduce their inheritance tax liabilities. I claim my personal allowance when I file my tax return, as well as allowable expenses against income. All of these are legal ways to reduce your tax liability – or to put it more sensationally ‘tax avoidance’.

What I find more interesting is some of the details of the tax returns that have recently been published.

For 2014/15 George Osborne reported £3 gross bank interest. The current rate of interest is 0.5%, which means that he only had £600 gaining interest over the year. His taxable income was £198,738. Where was that money being squirreled away to? It certainly wasn’t sitting in a current or savings account earning 0.5%.

Jeremy Corbyn (who handwrote his tax return and didn’t answer all of the questions or file on time), didn’t earn any bank interest at all, even though he earned £70,795 in the year.

In contrast, my income is beneath the personal allowance most years these days, and yet I managed to earn £1.46 on my measly savings account in 2014/15.

If you are looking for tax evasion, then by definition you are not going to find it directly by looking at someone’s tax return (unless it’s a case of purely not paying the tax listed as being due there). Tax evasion will involve hiding income away and not reporting it on the tax return. All a tax return will tell you is what source of income or capital gains someone has reported to HMRC for the year, and what legal deductions they applied in calculating the amount of tax due. It might tell you about what sorts of investments someone holds, but only in terms of how much and what type of income has been paid out in that year (or losses taken/carried forwards).

If you want to use the ‘receiving a benefit from an offshore company’ rule, then anybody who has ever bought anything from Starbucks, or Amazon, or Asda, or Dell, etc. has received a benefit from an offshore company in the lower price they paid as a customer.

Governments run a fine line, they want to encourage certain types of investments and so offer things such as lower capital gains tax rates if you hold shares for a longer period, or lower rates of tax on income from dividends to encourage (potentially risky) investments in companies. They want to encourage people to pay into pensions and to give to charities, so they offer tax breaks around that. Internationally they want companies to come to their country and so compete over corporation tax and business rates. The problems (as I see it) are when they don’t apply the rules that already exist. I just can’t cry ‘tax avoidance’ over a parent giving a child a gift and then trying to live 7 years to reduce the inheritance tax due when they die, when transfer pricing agreements still (even after the law re-write) allow large corporations to move profits around to lower tax regimes. This is hardly surprising given the large job losses in HMRC. There just aren’t enough people who understand the law in order to assess it all.

What I used to do (certainly the high net worth non-dom stuff) was highly specialised and there were probably 1 or maybe 2 HMRC inspectors to every 30 people who worked on the ‘other side’, and there weren’t very many of us. Instead of using resources to catch benefit ‘cheats’, why not instead train those people in the tax laws so that they can spot where the big money is being lost, in corporate tax returns.


Body image and running

I have been one of those people who have never (to date) had to really watch what I eat. Whilst my mother was obsessed with her weight and seemed to try every fad diet going (there were a lot of diet books around the house growing up), it was never an issue for me. I ate what I wanted and stayed the same size and shape. I was always pretty comfortable with how I looked and never really thought about trying to change it.

I took up running (and exercise in general) in 2011 after 10 years in a sedentary job post-university. At university, the only exercise I got was walking to and from campus (I was too cheap to pay the bus fare), and jumping around on nights out. During my office years this was much the same as I walked to and from first the office and then the train station. I still jumped around on nights out and attended occasional dance classes (mostly ceroc).  My reasons for starting to run and exercise were that I had run out of excuses not to and I wanted to get my body fitter and healthier than it was (a number of deaths in quick succession reminded me of my mortality and how I wanted to extend my pleasurable time on this planet). I was never motivated by what the container looked like, just what the contents could do.

This is just as well, as having been exercising fairly regularly for the last 5 years (at least 3 times a week), my body shape has changed very little. All of my clothes still fit the same with one exception: a ballgown that I wore to a film premiere back in 2003 will no longer do up as I now have some back and shoulder muscles. And I am still pretty happy with how I look.

I am self conscious about a couple of things that I have noticed in photos of me running: my upper arms can look slightly flabby from some angles when I am wearing a straight-cut vest, and when wearing a low-rise pair of shorts then my cheese stomach can make an appearance.

Both of these issues are easily solved by sticking to either racer-back vests or t-shirts as much as possible, and wearing either longer tops or higher-rise shorts to keep the cheese stomach hidden/under control.

My comfort with my body was challenged recently at the England Athletics South West Cross Country Championships in Bicton. The standard was high, and I came in 26th out of 47, 9th in my age category. I didn’t really notice it at the time, but as photos of the event came out afterwards it became obvious that my thighs were twice the size of some of the other competitors. This bothered me more than I was comfortable with.

I reminded myself, however, that unlike many of the other competitors I am primarily a recreational runner, and one that has been running for under 5 years. Dropping some weight would mean that I had less of it to manoeuvre around and would probably lead to an increase in my speed, but at what cost? Sure, I could probably cut out cheese and reduce my sugar intake (which isn’t huge), but life is short and I really like cheese. I don’t want to be like my mother, hyper-aware of how many calories every item she ate contained, weighing herself daily (I don’t own a set of scales, I only know my weight because my GP has me weighed once a year) and depriving herself of foods that she enjoyed.

My clothes fit me, my body does what I ask it to do (for the most part, sometimes it complains), I am happy with what I see in the mirror. I may still grimace slightly when I see photos of myself that I consider unflattering, but I am not going to let them stop me running, or hide myself away as a vision of black in an effort to look smaller (give me bright colours and lots of them, probably all at the same time). I am going to remind myself to judge my body by what it can do, rather than what it looks like. Could I deprive myself of some foods, hit the gym more and get a washboard set of abs? Probably, but I’d rather be able to eat cheese when I want to and just be that little bit slower. I’m still going to run and exercise at the gym, but I’m doing it for the same reasons that I started – to be fitter and healthier (with an added goal of getting faster now that I have caught the running bug), not to change what I look like.

Life’s short – enjoy it.





2015 – a year in running

So, 2015. The year I set myself the challenge of running at least 5km every day, aiming to hit 2,015km for the year. Also the year I joined Bristol and West Athletic Club and actually did some track sessions, and long run training with people instead of doing all of my runs on my own (excluding races).

January – the year started with a parkrun double: Chipping Sodbury followed by Pomphrey Hill, and continued with daily 5kms (even after gym classes, which were exceptionally hard going), fitting in my first long run with the Long Ashton group at the earliest opportunity and the third race in the 2014/15 Skyline Series. 226.33km run.

February – my first cross-country run for the club and the fourth of the 2014/15 Skyline Series races accounted for the fast stuff while I continued to dip my toe into Monday evening sessions with the club, but sticking to the social run rather than those energetic track sessions. All of it was building up as training for the Bath Half marathon. 193.21km run (419.54km).

March – started with a half marathon pb at the Bath Half where I was beaten over the line by Russell bloody Howard, and continued with my first of many track sessions at WISE. It also included a spot of tourism at a short Barnsley parkrun where I came in first lady. 226.54km run (646.08km).

April – a quiet month with mostly minimum distance runs and a rather hilly Frenchay 10k race which I got talked into running the day before after parkrun. It also saw the first week in which I did track sessions at both Whithall and Wise (something I hope to do more of in 2016). I set my first official (non parkrun) 5k time at Aztec West, taking a minute off my previous best over that distance. 206.94km run (853.02km).

May – race season started to kick off in earnest with the first of the TACH races (hillier than I was expecting), the first Self-Transcendence race (exceptionally friendly and good distribution of medals), the second of the Aztec West series (another 5k pb), ending with the Bristol 10k and another pb. I also ran my 100th parkrun, qualifying for a new black -shirt. 246.89km run (1,099.91km).

June – the races just kept coming in June sometimes with two in one week such as with the Burrington Blaster and the Bradley Stoke 10k (where I came in 2nd lady) or the second in the Self-Transcendence series and the Chew Valley 10k. I also took on a leg of the Cotswold Way relay as part of the winning ladies team for Bristol and West. It finished with the 3rd of the Aztec West series races. 254.47km run (1,354.38km).

July – daily runs had to be fitted around a week-long residential school as part of my OU degree, but there was still time to fit in some more races (Dundry Thunder, Self-Transcedence race 3, the Towpath Mobmatch with a new 10k pb, Self-Transcendence relay with ice-cream, the fourth Aztec West 5k race with another pb, and the Purdown Pursuit). 232.35km run (1,586.73km).

August – marathon training began, but as the mileage increased (and I had to work out how to switch my Garmin into miles from km) I still managed to fit in a 5km race for the club as part of the Avon Road relay, picking up a medal for 3rd ladies team. There were also a couple of very early starts required in order to travel for the start of the Ashes tests at Trent Bridge (yes I was there) and the Oval. 317.63km run (1,904.36km).

September – the peak in my monthly mileage for the year and marathon training really kicked in. I still managed to set a new half marathon pb (not running flat out, so there is still room for improvement) at the Bristol half, as well as taking part in the Uphill to Wells relay and racing the first Weston Prom race of the winter series and the Mells Scenic 7 where Jim Plunkett-Cole (who spearheaded the 365 challenge) ran his 1,000th day of at least 10km. 421.52km run (2,325.88km).

October – marathon, marathon, marathon, and the small matter of the final exam of my OU degree. Before M day though there was time for another cross-country race for the club, the second Weston Prom race, and a virtual 5k race (the day before the big one, maybe not the best timing). But the 25th saw me undertake my longest run ever, with the hope of getting under 4 hours. I surprised everyone (myself especially) by coming home in a London marathon qualifying good-for-age time of 3:41:21 for my first ever marathon. 334.72km run (2,660.60km).

November – time to rest and recover after the Big One, but I still launched myself into the Sodbury Slog (once may well be enough for that race) and was back up to speed at the third of the Weston Prom races. With nothing specific to train for, boredom with running every day was starting to become an issue. I staved it off a little by working my way through the Welcome to Night Vale podcasts. 255.61km run (2,916.21km).

December – my challenge was re-energised by the Marcothon challenge, which many of my new running friends were taking part in. Seeing as how I was going to be running every day anyway, I figured I would join them. Races included another cross-country outing at Blaise Castle, the Weston Christmas Cracker whilst dressed as a Christmas pudding, the fourth of the Weston prom series (with a new pb), and being throughly outclassed at the South West Athletics cross country championships (the things I do for my club). 223.39km (3,139.60km).

Total distance run (per Garmin, Strava has it as slightly less and with 482 runs listed I am not about to go hunt it down) – 3,139.60km.

PBs set in the year:

  • 2 miles – 13:36
  • 5km – 20:51
  • 10km – 43:37 (not recognised, officially 44:42)
  • Half marathon – 1:42:45
  • Marathon – 3:40:21

Here’s to an even faster 2016 when I can make use of those elusive rest days to train hard and race harder.

Day 364/365

Up early after a late night and it was out into the dark with a head torch before I even had any breakfast. Fairly blustery and there was a fair amount of dodging recycling which had been put out early and was being redistributed around the neighbourhood.

One more.

Day 362/365

I made good use of the lunch break in the cricket to go out for the daily run. I seem to have skipped the snotty stage of a cold and jumped straight to the slight cough part. It was good to clear the pipes with a run along by the river (which was highish). Stopped off to make a fuss of a cat with a runny nose on my return (washed my hands carefully when I got home). Almost there.