I’ve become ‘one of those people’ who won’t stop talking about Crossfit – I would have rolled my eyes at the idea in the past!
About a year ago I wrote an article called, ‘Why I Need Crossfit in My Life.’ Everything I said then is true still. I’m two years into the experience now and loving it more than ever. I could ramble on about the physical and mental benefits of ‘constantly varied, high intensity, functional movement’, but that’s not the only thing that keeps me going back for more. Continue reading
There’s a point at which the pain of not trying something you want to do becomes greater than the pain that will possibly come from doing it.
That’s how it was with me and running. And that’s how it was with me and writing. Perhaps it sounds like a negative way of looking at things, but in many ways it isn’t.
All I know is that there came a time when the burden of wanting to be able to run became too great. There was a time when the burden of wanting to write became too great.
I once cried because I couldn’t bring myself to run 800m, not because I had done it and felt pain. I once read a brilliant book with jealously because I wished I had the courage to write one myself, not because I’d written one and found it to be a difficult process. Each happening strengthened my resolve and made things clearer. Continue reading
My two brothers and I have different interests, different talents and different ways of thinking.
I love reading and writing; Jonathan finds them difficult. David is great with computers; they’re a complete mystery to me. Jonathan draws colourful pictures for hours on end; I like art, but it’s never high priority. And yet in some ways we’re very similar. Continue reading
These past few weeks have been crazy. I had to prioritise, stopping my weekly blog posts (well, nearly weekly), for the sake of sanity as much as because of time constraints! I’ve managed some writing, which I’m increasingly finding I need to do in order to function properly, and I write my journal come rain or shine. Continue reading