Let’s be clear. I am not a morning person. I am the opposite. Sleep is my fave. And with these cold, dark days slowly creeping up on us, it seem harder than ever to resurface after a lush night in the land of nod. Therefore, I’ve decided to come up with a recipe for the the perfect morning! No more hiding under the duvet and snoozing that alarm clock. Let’s make mornings so sexy that we WANT TO GET UP!
So. I’ve been really sick. Like… properly ill over the last few days. Any of the blog posts that appear on this blog for the next 2 weeks have been written whilst i’ve been in pyjamas, wearing a scarf, snuggling a hot water bottle and disappearing slowly into a cacophony (oooh) of pillows and duvets and blankets on my bed. In short, I have the flu. And I’m not happy about it. NOT ONLY DID I BASICALLY MISS HALLOWEEN, but it has completely wiped me out and wrecked my happy positive YAY mental energy i’ve tried to have going on at the moment. And in my sick and horrid stupor, it came to me that I haven’t actually been properly sick like this as an adult yet. Like, seriously. The last time I was super duper ill was at Uni and my parents came and picked me up, and made me food, and brought me cups of tea. Now…. I am alone (well… minus housemates but still) with no one to stroke my head and tell me I’m going to be just fine, and buy me lemsip and bring me ice cream. So, I thought it best to share my experiences, for those of us slowly stumbling into adulthood, about how to cope with being sick, especially if you are:
a) not living at home with said parents who will still happily look after you, even if you are 25;
b) not able to call on your boyfriend/girlfriend because OH WAIT YEAH I DON’T HAVE ONE OF THOSE;
c) alone, sad, spinster who should be surrounded by 37 cats and listening to the Bridget Jones soundtrack on repeat (DING DING DING! THAT’S ME!)
Ok here goes.
This is just a very quick update post because I have FINISHED My Marathon for the British Heart Foundation! My aim was to run the 26.2 miles of a Marathon during the month of September. I’ve managed to complete it in three weeks and I am BEYOND happy!!
I genuinely thought at the beginning that I would hate every second of this, but actually it has shocked me how much I have enjoyed myself. I’ve really found my stride and I’m actually starting to enjoy running. There’s definitely been days where I have done better than others, but I’m really chuffed with how well I’ve done considering I’m an absolute non-runner.
That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, I have achieved the unachievable. I have obtained the unobtainable. I have completed what some thought I never could do. I have done an entire month of being teetotal.
It’s been a long hard road to reach this place, but I am so chuffed to say that I didn’t have a single DROP of alcohol since 15th August. And of course, I celebrated by reaching for a glass of prosecco as soon as the clock struck midnight this morning. And then proceeded to win a £100 bar tab for my rendition of Rolling in the Deep at Roadhouse Rockaeoke. So, I’m a little foggy today, sat in my PJ’s, downing tea by the bucket load but ready to tell you all what I’ve learnt over this past month.