So, whilst 2012 was a bumper year for sport in London, with the Olympics and Wimblebobs and such, it was not so much for me. I must have been doing some occasional jogging, I remember buying new trainers after a break-up (oh yes, the old “I’ll show him what he’s missing” trick, in my lycraed thighs and shiny new NewBalancers) but apart from that, my 2012 was a whirlwind of holidays and four months off work! I’d made a resolution that year to go on a holiday every month, kind of a precursor to this year’s race per month and with distinctly more relaxation in mind. I was also pretty unhappy with my job, worried about my unwell dad and taking time out of life to figure what I wanted to…

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