Loving Life

This week has been a roller coaster of a ride. Emotions, anxiety, the joys of being an adult, the weather and the lack of money, have all played a part in how I have felt this week.

As in any work environment there’s that quiet period. For me it was always in the beginning of the year. Now it appears to be summer and hours are getting cut back. Now for me this would have caused big issues in the past, but in the last six months I’ve learnt a few things. Time is valuable, and I’m useless with money. Nothing new on the second one. So recently I’ve been able to do some really good things. Like join a run via a run club, I didn’t get lost, survived it and went home with a smile on my face. Just wish I could have told myself all the anxiety that built up over the day was a complete waste of time, same thing happened the next day for different reasons. By Thursday when I went for a run on the morning, things had snowballed and that was it, I just couldn’t run and I was scared. It took most fo the day and the distraction of work to feel normal again.

However my breathing hasn’t been right since. So when I got an email requesting volunteers at my home park run, I decided this was the best way to make me feel better. the thought of running with my breathing not quite right, scared me. And of course I made the right decision. I got to meet some fabulous people. In the set-up I got to talk to my lovely friend Sam, then while awaiting the start of the race I absorbed the area I was stood in, the beautiful sunshine and then there’s the moment everyone has set off and that is a sight to see.

I was helping being funnel manager. I had an amazing time, I high-fived a friend as he went round, I got so giddy every time he came round, I just hope I didn’t hurt his hand.

It’s amazing seeing people walk/run, sprint the park run. The effort put in is amazing. Same is said about the volunteers. Everyone should try this once in a while, you get to be part of something big, learn something new and get to chat to some amazing people.

Afterwards with the clean-up it’s always coffee in the cafe. I offered to get started the token sorting and it’s funny how it just brings people together. I sat there when we had finished and apart from the worry of dropping them or getting them in the wrong order I was so proud to have spent the day with some amazing people (I say this every time and it’s always true).

Then with the tokens sorted, I went to do some food shopping, followed by trying to sort the garden in between rain showers/storms and then a chance to sort the house. My friends dropped their carpet cleaner off and I’ve already cleaned half the living room. The TV and it’s stand are right next to the sofa, which I put back in its original place and wondered why I moved it in the first place. Oh well.

So from a week of anxiety attacks, unexpected surprises, grabbing opportunities where I can, I realise if the opportunity arises to do something different or the chance to meet up with loved ones, is to grab that chance and relish every moment. Although my chest feels like I’ve been punched several times, the rest of me is calm and relaxed if not a little hot because of the weather.

So in a way I am happy, I a, grateful for what has happened this week, it has taught me a lot, most of all the support I have. I am one lucky lady.

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Me, myself and the vitamin D deficiency

Hello from me to you

Last week I enquired with the doctors to whether I needed another blood test or just ask for a repeat prescription as my current course is running out. I started back in December after finding out I lacked Vitamin D (lack of sunlight) because I kept forgetting things.  I was tested for several things, none of which I was aware of at the time. I just thought it was stress and the pill or antidepressants weren’t working anymore.  I was prescribed a vitamin D and calcium supplement to take for 3 months, when I returned I had another blood test and was put on a 6 month course.

I found out by accident, I don’t know if I was mean’t to know, that my score was 37 and had risen to 48 but should be 74. since then I found out it was 30, not 37. I’ve probably already said…

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Week Two – A complete change of plan

My Marathon Story

So, just two weeks into my training for the marathon, and I’ve gone for a change of plan.

Nothing drastic, I haven’t suddenly decided to go fell running or do random interval training or anything like that.

My original plan was to simply hammer out 4km runs for a few weeks to get my hideous levels of fitness back up to something approaching half power. But I’m an impatient man, and I’m pretty stubborn too.

So I got bored of doing little 4km runs and have pushed on a little bit over the past few days, stretching out into just over 6km. Still hardly any distance at all I grant you, but when you get used to hobbling through 4km, a 6km jog seems a tough ask.

To make things worse, as well as getting impatient with my distances, I was also unable to run on Thursday, Friday or Saturday…

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I finally got to say I do!

What a fantastic few days. After hardly any sleep saturday night, I managed an hour nap yesterday afternoon, followed by a 11 hour solid sleep. Now I feel human again.

During that sleep, I had an amazing dream. Since being a small girl growing up in a small town up north, I’ve always dreamt about finding a husband. I saw my life as a happily married woman with 3 kids, preferably boys, an Alsatian, a large house and garden and a wonderful husband. Then at school, it was just got through the exams, gain a career, a husband and a house and car. These days it feels more about survival, making sure the money comes in that I can afford the rent and spend time with friends, sorry family. My friends are my family to in such a big way.

Recently the name Matthew keeps popping up, part of me isn’t keen on this name and feel the need to push it away. I’m not sure why I have this feeling. It’s the same with Christopher. That has a big part of my life to. The dream was fantastic. It had everything I always wanted, food, family, and me becoming someone’s wife. The weird thing is I never saw his face, he was a shadow, apart from his hand, he held my hand. So, like in most weddings the men all gave their speeches, then as planned I stand up to give a speech about my family. My family include not only my blood relatives, but my amazing friends, five ladies especially and we give out presents to each one. The dream then ended with me looking at a stack of cup cakes ready to demolish the tower. What this means I don’t know but part of me think it’s a way of saying thank you to all the loved ones who made this last few days amazing.  I feel so loved.

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Just looked at the interpretaion. How spooky:

Wedding Cake
To see or cut wedding cake in your dream symbolizes harmony and domestic bliss. You are enjoying life and have a bright, happy future ahead of you

To dream of a marriage signifies commitment, harmony or transitions. You are undergoing an important developmental phase in your life. The dream may also represent the unification of formerly separate or opposite aspects of yourself. In particular, it is the union of masculine or feminine aspects of yourself. Consider the qualities and characteristics of the person that you are marrying. These are the qualities that you need to look at incorporating within yourself.

Psychological Meaning: A wedding is a union of opposites. To dream of a wedding is most likely to represent the coming together of the opposite aspects of your personality. For example, the couple may represent the fundamental creative forces of life: male and female, matter and spirit, conscious and unconscious, rationality and imagination. This union of diverse forces in your psyche suggests that you will achieve inner wholeness.

What does Matthew mean?

From the Hebrew name Matityahu, meaning “Gift from God.” Matthew was one of Jesus’s apostles and author of the first Gospel in the New Testament. The name has been popular since the 1960s.

Perhaps there is some meaning in it after all.


Home is where the heart is


Home is where the heart is.

something that you say which means that your true home is with the person or in the place that you love most
What a month May is becoming. Lots of positive changes. Today I had planned a ‘me’ day. Yes I’m as shocked as you are. But with this job, I’m doing various shifts and sometimes I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I’ll have a set of set shifts only for them to change. Last week I clocked up 50 hours.
I’m the girl who can’t say no.
Last week at Parkrun, my local, I got an aamzing time of 35 minutes. I was so proud. It has a killer hill.  This week I was going to do it again. Friday was my day off and I spent it with my good friend Kirsty and we ended up exploring an area of Leeds which has some amazing sites and bored cows. For my ‘me’ day it was to be on Sunday. I was going to go into town and see my friends do the Leeds Half Marathon and while they were out doing the course I would be sat in the pub eating a full english and reading a book.  Well what did happen was that yesterday I got to spend time at woodhouse moor, where parkrun began for me, and I ran it and I loved it. I got a call in the cafe asking for me to starter later which I agreed, as I could stay longer with friends and within seconds of that call, my results came through. I GOT A PB! I was so chuffeed and still am chuffed.
Today was just about being out of the house and in town and absorbing the atmosphere. I ended up with 2 hours sleep and found myself walking into town at 7am with the thought of a full english on my mind.
With breakfast done a friend had sent a messsage, so I grabbed my coffee to go (that sounds american) and went to meet him. I had a feeling I wouldn’t see my other friends, but I was there soaking up the atmosphere.
So by 9:30am I was ready in my spot to shout as all the runners went past, but of course with every race I’ve attended there was a 10 minute delay. But it was amazing. I looved every minute of it.
So off I went to look at some running gear, grabbed a coffee and headed back to the finish. By 10.30 I was in postion on the finish straight ready to cheer. What happened to me sitting still this morning?? Anyway All of a sudden a few runners came in and then that’s when everyone started cheering. Behind me were some people from Newcastle who got excited as I grew up in Spennymoor. Amazing how a big race event can bring people form all over.
As for the weather, it was gradually getting hotter and like in the London Marathon there were some poor sould who started to fail at the end. One poor chap collapsed on the floor and was attended to. What anoyyed the rest of us was an old lady asking the paremdic to move out the way so she could see. I don’t think she mean’t harm but it was such a worrying moment for the guy.
So after seeing a few of my friends come in, anxiety kicked in and I thought I had missed my friend. I felt like I failed her. I hadn’t, if I had missed her I would have still been there for her. However I didn’t. All of a sudden the red shirt came around the corner and I yelled her name at the top of my voice.
I am so proud of what my friends have achieved over the last few days. It’s an amazing thing.

I  got a PB!!!!!

I’m proud of myself to. I got a pb at parkrun yesterday.  I have been hit and miss with training but I have also changed my diet which is a massive help.  My doctor has also noticed my efforts resulting in weight loss and the gradual inprovbement of my vitamin D levels. Only 3 months to go and I should be above the normal levels. Fingers crossed.
So if like me you have 3 races this year, and you have it in your head that you must run every single step, STOP. Listen to your body. I got some great advice yesterday. You are not a failure if you go for a run and you walk some of it. You are giving your body a chance to recover. Oh and its ok to waste a day on the sofa doing nothing, it really is. So I need to stop beating myself up and get out there, or if I feel crap, lay on the sofa and watch tv or do something. Because everything is going to be ok. Because I’m home.
Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hard,
Said, no more counting dollars
We’ll be counting stars, yeah we’ll be counting stars
Raising Money in July for PDSA. This is my new favourite top.
My Personal Best! look at that. A few things happpened yesterday.
  • I got to start later at work
  • Stay and chat to some lovely people
  • I gained a PB!
  • I ran 5km!!!
  • I got some good advice.
  • Someone came up to me and told them the words on the back of my shirt got them to carry on. (see above) and said thank you to me.
  • Another lady said she loved my tattoo and saw it while I was running.
  • I felt I found my place. Here in Leeds. I belong here.


I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
And I wonder if you noticed how many times I said PB.
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Why the hell not……

It’s 4 weeks until my first 10k of the year and yesterday was my first 5k parkrun in months. I didn’t realise I left it that long to do one. Life has been hectic. Take yesterday for example. I did the parkrun in the morning followed by initially of 7 hours to then 11 hour shift as I ended up doing over time. So most of the day on my feet. I was lucky enough to get a lift home. But unfortunately I ended up with only 4 hours sleep due to some numpty on the street being locked out and constantly knocking.

Anyway. Another 6 hour shift today. Sunday is a pain for buses but I managed to catch them. It was so boring today as few customers after 2pm. I ended up getting really fidgety and ended up finding myself emptying bins, cleaning chairs and tables and then the walls. That’s when I realised something was up. I normally get this feeling when I’ve been amongst friends and family. Sudden realisation I’m going to be on my own and everything is quite. A sense of dread. So on the bus home I decided to go for a run. I recently purchased a set of bluetooth earphones and thought I’d try them out and see if I could get Spotify to work. And work it did.

My friend Kirsty got me into Pirate Metal a few months ago. When I hurt my knee in 2013 when I hurt my knee, a physio said if you are running you need something with a beat, something like a bit of heavy metal. Well in recent years I’ve been on off using mp3 players. and this last year nearly not at all. But tonight I felt the need for music and a run. I had no idea what to do with myself. So as a result I just ran 4km straight. I could have gone further but I hit a hill and my legs were hurting. The main thing is my head was clear and I felt happy, or like a cloud had lifted. It maybe a short term fix, but at least tomorrow I can try have a lie in and know I just nearly ran a 10k in a weekend. GO me!

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I am Helen

My drawing of Chun Li. Bruno the dog -18 years old. an unexpected run. Banana cakes, veg off the market and netting on the garden to stop cats

Wow, what a year so far. I’ve been like a bloody yo-yo. But it feels like everything is settling down. I’m still learning on my job, even though its coming up to 6 months there’s something to learn everyday. My main issue is the fact I’ve stepped down to take this role and it’s not been as easy as I thought but things are finally falling into place. I feel like I have a clear head. I have my moments and can’t remember a thing but I feel a lot lighter. I have less money but more time and soon even more time and less travel and fingers crossed more park runs. I’m so excited.

A few months back I stopped having ready meals and cooked from scratch with fresh veg from a local shop and meat from my local butchers. I’ve also started cooking banana pancakes and omelettes. I’m not a big egg fan. I can’t do boiled or scrambled eggs but for some reason I can do these and I love them. So quick and easy and I’ve noticed a big difference since changing the way I eat. I’ve been to the market today and bought some more fruit and veg. That’s one of the reasons for my move to Leeds was it’s fantastic market. It has changed a lot since I moved here but you can still get some amazing bargains. So now more smoothies, roasted veg, omelettes you name it I’m making it. I’m also tackling the washing up which always seemed to be a barrier for me. I could clean the house top to bottom but could never face the washing up until it was to late. Today I have been baking cooking and cleaning the kitchen and I think I washed up about 4 times. Go me!!!
Cue the famous song ……. http://vevo.ly/m5kflH

 Charles Xavier: The past: a new and uncertain world. A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes. Countless choices define our fate: each choice, each moment, a moment in the ripple of time. Enough ripple, and you change the tide… for the future is never truly set.

Have your head (screwed) on straight –

The same as get your shit together. Basically means calm down, don’t panic, or focus. Usually said if you are normally good at something, but aren’t able to do it well because your mind is preoccupied with something else, or you’re just tired.

On Tuesday I had a blood test to see where I am at with my vitamin D levels. What I learned was, that I am hopeless at giving blood and perhaps should have a nap afterwards. Instead I was feeling off and felt the need to go shopping. I haven’t had a proper shopping day in ages or a ‘me’ day and it felt right. Only problem was my left arm kept playing up. It continued yesterday when I went to pick up a cup at work and instead threw it in the bin.  My arm just wasn’t co-operating. A sign to slow down a bit maybe?

Today it seems a lot better. Which is good as I had plans. Then they changed and I am amazed at what I have achieved. Like I said I’ve been food shopping. Sorted the garden by adding a netting over the seedlings. There also seem to be wild poppies growing again. My garden is going to be such a mix this year.  I cooked an omelette for lunch. Went for a run and bought ingredients to make cakes. Hoovered the house from top to bottom. Oh and did 4 loads of washing and 4 loads of washing up. I also dyed my hair, drew a picture and cooked tea. Just need to sit down and have a rest at some point :D.

You are a Unicorn.

Despite what anyone else says.

You are one in 7.4 billion,

and that is a beautiful thing.

Quote taken from Here

I want to say I’m feeling ‘normal’ again but to be honest I don’t know what that is. All I know is that since coming off the pill I’ve felt a lot ‘lighter’. Granted 6 years on the pill, made me remember why I went on it, however it’s not as bad as it was. I just forgot how hormones can play silly beggars with you. Like today I tried paying for something with my Waterstones card, because it looks similar to one of my debit cards. I’ve started eating chocolate again when I gave it up weeks ago. I had to just cave in. I had to listen to my body or my hormones not sure which.

As for being ‘lighter’ I have lost a bit of weight, but it appears I may have suffered from a touch of PMT (bloating) and with the chocolate might have put it back on again. But we’ll see by the weekend when everything settles down. Unless it’s turned to muscle with all this exercise. Mostly walking, as I sometimes can’t face going for a run as my mind talks me out of it. But not today. A month until my first 10k and I managed just about a 4km. Saturday I’m starting later so hopefully a chance for park run, nip home for a shower and off to work.

And what I’ve learnt over the last few days can be summed up in the following quote:

Peter Quill:

Sometimes, the thing you’ve been looking for your whole life, is right there beside you all along.  

Guardian of the Galaxy 2

Like for instance my house. I’ve finally fallen in love with it and feel like this and Leeds is where I’m meant to be. As much as I’m a northern girl, Leeds is finally my home and I love it.

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The London Marathon


Amazing stories from The London Marathon here and here

Find your local Parkrun here

Song of the day. I didn’t realise it was 10 years old. It’s one of my favourite songs

So what did you do today? Sunday is known as a day of rest. Well I think I managed to do just that with only an hour worth of housework, as I had to do 3 loads of washing due to working late & long shifts this week.

I sat and watched the London Marathon from start to finish. I was blown away by the distance, the amount of people and the courage and bravery people had. It made em feel quite humble. At one point they showed a guy had collapsed towards the end and a fellow runner stopped and helped him to the finish line. The other thing I noticed, which I keep beating myself up about is sometimes people were having to stop and walk, including an elite athlete who got stomach cramps towards the end.

This week I managed to achieve some distances I didn’t think I would, realising I could do this using the area I live in, and making sure I do a mini dvd workout to warm up before hand, I’ve got further than I thought. However two late shifts and sleeping in and being late for work broke me. Hence why today I tried to be kind to myself and sit and watch TV.

So what have I learn’t? Well, for one, what I need to remember is to listen to my body not my head. I need to rest more and now when I’m out running and I’ve hit a hill I talk to myself, ‘lets get to the blue car’ ‘now the lampost’ and so on. I used to have an ipod to listen to a few years ago, I would only run to music. But when I restarted running last year, a lot heavier and sweatier I kept losing the earphones and eventually gave up. I now run without music and love it, instead I sing/talk to myself and I’m fully aware of my surroundings. I love it.

I’m really looking forward to the Great North Run and I’m wondering whether in 3 years when I am 40, I could try the London Marathon. I really want to get back to the fitness of when I did the 3 10ks in a year and I would love to do something so big for my 40th year. I might even find races to make the miles to 40 over the course of the year. Now there’s a challenge. Oh and there was a woman called Helen running with a dragon on her back, maybe a sign?


The shift work I’m doing is killing me. I’m sat watching the London marathon and dug out my £1 planner I got ages ago when out with Kirsty so have put it to good use. Nothing set in concrete as shifts are constantly changing.




I’ve been trying to sort myself out after a really tough week. I’ve just been given homemade ginger biscuits and told that my neighbours dad has prostrate cancer. I felt like a bit of an idiot when my issues are to do with me not coping well with stress and there’s someone who might lose a loved one. We all have different challenges. I just wish mine would sort itself out.

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One from last week


Something I’m not doing lately

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Just Breathe


We’re 5 months away from the Great North Run and 48 days until my first 10k in just under a year. Yikes.

I’ve been going out on a morning and managing about a couple of miles walk/running and in the last week have gradually built it up to around 2 miles.

Last night I built a route on a website thinking it was a round 5k and it was just short.

However I ran majority of the way with two hills at seperate times defeating me. I nearly got knocked over by a cyclist turning the corner on a path near a pub and that’s where I ended up running down Dewsbury Road with a lovely woman having a chat about how far each of us run. Apparently she runs up and down Dewsbury road twice a week. She told me she has 3 kids and tries to get them to Junior Parkrun on a Sunday and through the week tries to run herself going up Dewsbury road then returning home. If she does that she’s happy.

This year I’ve not used headphones as they keep falling out of my ears, so I’ve got used tor running without music and it’s amazing. This morning I was singing to myself the tune of Elton John -I’m still standing. Then I was chatting away to myself as one point I forgot to breathe and a voice said in my head ‘remember your ankle!’. My ankle? I replied, ‘yes what’s on it!” ‘Oh yeah my tattoo – ‘Just breathe’. At that point I kept repeating, just breathe girl, just breathe and then that’s when I nearly collided with a cyclist and met the lovely woman running down the hill.

So after this morning I felt amazing. I had done a mini workout by Nell McAndrew in my house, before setting off on route. I’ve not warmed up like this before I think that maybe the issue in why I don’t get far, apart from the voice in my head telling me its too hard.

At Parkrun, which ever you go to you see people doing a lap before the actual run, and now I understand why. I normally to the Park Run but now I think I need to concentrate on warming them old muscles up.

I’ve also set myself a 30 day running challenge. I did a 30 day positivity photo challenge on Facebook and have decided to do a few different ones, one themed with running. So all I need to do now is up date my Fund-raising pages and away we go.

So if you have any hints or tips let me know. I just can’t believe I stopped running and really need to remember how much fun it is.

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Fundraising in 2017

I’ve really given myself a challenge this year. And I get to meet up with family and enjoy the Great North Run with two of my cousins!

Hello from me to you

In 2011 I ran my first ever 10k. I did it with a friend for charity. Initially in that year I wanted to get fit and tried Zumba. It didn’t do anything for me. Then a friend suggested running. I always hated it at school and normally bailed out. However there was a plan this time. We would build up running by using a plan of combining walking and running building up to constant jog/run. a few weeks in my friend had signed us up to the York 10k with not much time left to train. We ended up finishing it in just over an hour. It was amazing.

So the following year we did all three, York, Hull and Leeds. Leeds was the toughest as it was hot and Hull was fantastic as it just poured it down and I ended up with my favourite photo of all time.

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