A year later… and still running Feb24

A year later… and still running...

It seems fitting that one year on from the last post, as I was speedily traversing the southern hemisphere to see my sister in New Zealand, that I come back to revisit this blog and try and record once again life’s little adventures and twists and turns. It also seems strangely fitting that this new post, in an attempt to rekindle an online pubic diary of sorts, also starts with a running post, just like the first post exactly two years ago. Seems February is a chequered flag month for me, lets hope this one carries on for another lap at least ….. Last Sunday saw Han and I once again waking up with the pre-dawn calling of birds, as the sun was slowing rising up from its nightly slumber to bathe the countryside between Oxford and Aylesbury with its warming glows. Han and I were up and changed, ready for our first long distance race since I had competed in Guatemala over a year ago, and were trundling along to a small town called Wendover just south of Aylesbury. We had both entered into the Trailscape Wendover full marathon, a 4 part running series that operates a 10km, half and full marathon distance trail race series through the winter months in England. Han, being the organised girl she is, had entered months ago in the full marathon distance, where as I on the other hand had pondered whether to race at all; I had a korfball tournament the next day competing for Wales and wanted some form of freshness for that. When I finally made my mind up to enter the half distance, I logged on only to see that it was sold out, and when looking down the distance ladder, also saw...

Lago De Atitlan

In a break from my adjective strewn writing, and with an attempt to help you all catch up with our wanderings and amblings throughout Central America, this post comes to you in the form of pictures and simple sentences, just like when you were young. So sit back, get yourself a cup of tea, wait for the page to load up the pictures and enjoy…. Arrived at Lago de Atitlan in Panajachel. Energetic small tourist town on the edge of a beautiful lake. Met Ratita, the cutest little kitten who thought she was a tiger! 1st December. Ran the Lago de Atitlan Marathon. Coined as ‘One of the top ten hardest adventure marathons’ by ESPN, this gruelling marathon broke me. 42km with some ridiculous elevation gain, reaching 2500m at one point. Amazing though, just amazing. Han got her hair braided to fit in with the typical gringo traveller. Recouped and boated over to San Marcos with Richard and Bev (two other marathoners from Canada), a chilled out hippie esque town on the lake. Han and I moved to San Marcos for 3 nights. One night in a hostel with hard wooden beds, then moved to an amazing hotel for the same price round the corner. We relaxed, juggled, swam and ate out in this intriguing, holistic, vegan strewn, home grown town. Went on a beautiful run around the nearby hills around the lake. Got the boat to another town on the lake, San Pedro, and spent one night there, visiting a Friday Market at Santiago De Atitlan. Jumped on a mammoth journey, involving 4 buses and one border crossing to make our way to San Salvador, the capital El...