My first bike was a mustard yellow Malvern Star that Dad bought second hand for Christmas. The colour was awful and I remember being excited to have a bike but so horrified at the colour. Dad taught my sister and I to ride in our cul-de-sac and soon we were flying down the hill in…
If you’ve been a long time reader (hello, I love you!) you’d know that I have a “repetitive strain injury” in my right arm from working too hard at being a graphic artist. I have had a lot of therapy in the last few years with no real result because I’m very stubborn (no wait,…
Remember that time I was all gung-ho about the Couch to 5k? I remember that time. It didn’t last long. After struggling with finding exercise gear that fit and fearing nasty people yelling things out at me (which totally eventuated), you know what? I stopped doing it. I didn’t like that I stopped running, because…
