It's Been A While...

20/20 Cricket

Okay, so this is a little late but since I have been back in London it has been a bit of a whirlwind of competitions and training. Forgive me?

What about if I hold my hands up and say I'm sorry?

¡Adios Lanzarote!

The final day of our trip was a relaxing one, especially after all of the running and walking we did on Ironman day!

Instead, it was time to relax and top up our tans before getting our flight back to London this morning.

Ironman Lanzarote

It's 5:30am, and outside it is as silent as can be, but behind the apartment doors are 2200 participants all getting ready for one of the most challenging days of their lives.

We are all about to meet by the swimming pool.

Casa Roja

We are back at the airport this morning with his and hers sombreros and maracas, and la Isla bonita playing from our small speaker. 

Steak and Sparklers

After those beach sprints and topping up the tan all day, it was time for another dinner.

A lot of restaurants along the sea front in any holiday resort have people outside begging you to come in with a 'ThisIsWhatWeHaveTonightAndIWillTalkAsFastAsICanIn10Seconds' monologue, and some of them are really nice places to eat too.

A few years ago, Mum and Dad found this local spanish restaurant one evening when wandering towards the old port. There wasn't a a huge open front with tables showing, just a door with a name above it. 

They took the plunge and went in to see what it had to offer.

Beach Sprints

Being away means one thing... holiday indulgent of anything that isn't healthy!

I am a sucker for ice cream, frozen yogurt and three-course dinners when I am on holiday, and this trip is no exception (as much as I am trying to stay healthy!)

With track competitions lined up for when I get back to London, I have to train whilst I am away to maintain form. This is something that anyone can do whilst they are away though, and fancy working off last night's dinner.

Beach Sprints.

¡Hola España!

Buenos dias mi amigos! 

Cotton Jelly

I am in the middle of a packing nightmare.

On one side of the room is all my belongings in boxes, ready for me to move house. On the other, a pile of clothes that I want to keep out to wear to clubs, pubs, and to pack for next week's trip.

You know exactly what happens too, the majority of it stays out 'just in case.' Though I have found three tops that I am keeping out and took a break to show them off.

Like this one...

Honky Tonk

There is a wardrobe in Clapham where you can head off to London's version of Narnia.

My dinner date got a little excited about this with an ohmygawd face, and approached with no caution expecting lions and witches on the other side.

Mum's Marathon

At about the same time I was getting home from a night out, my mum was getting up.

She was reluctantly eating her marathon fuel of porridge when she turned to my dad and told him...

'I can't do this.'

Which is probably the words that the majority of people thought or said at the early hours of the morning, whilst they tried to get ready for what may have been the biggest challenge they have done.

That's normal though. Your body is about to go through 26.2 miles of running, and after all the months of the training, the winter days, the wet weather and having cold fingers after running the 18th mile, the day finally comes when the London Marathon is knocking on your bedroom door.

Luckily this year, there was no rain though!

New Kicks

I had a surprise come through the door the other day.

One of those surprises that you have needed for a little while, but still get excited when it arrives.

The Rum Kitchen

I am going to let you in on a little secret of mine, whilst also hanging my head in shame.
Ready?
I am a little fussy with food.

Okay, little is probably the wrong word to use, and let's just say fussy. I'm not one of those people who won't try new foods, but at the same time a plate of salad is something I will not go near. Although ever since I have been in London, I have been purposely trying new foods as much as I can as there are so many places to go!

I love food (a little too much sometimes) although with my training I have to be careful about what I eat, but I can have the occasional cheat days, like eating this bad boy...

Sport Relief

Sport Relief has taken over the UK for the week.

From running events, to TV specials (Did you see the Davina programme - incredible!), thousands of people have been finding ways to raise money for people in the UK and overseas.

I was invited along on the final day of fundraising, so was up at the crack of dawn and headed over to the Olympic Park for the Sainsburys Sport Relief Games.

Back To Brighton

It's time for a road trip out of London.

Cue a sunglasses selfie on the M23 and off we go!

Chicken Or Steak

Ever since I got back from Skiing in Switzerland, I have been constantly training for the upcoming track season.

Constant training brings constant eating with it, and the urge to eat everything that is around me! Plus, it is easy to fall into the mindset of 'I can eat anything because I burn so much' when you head out to dinner, when really your erasing the good work you did earlier on!

I am always wishing that every food is good for you.

Though this menu at Tramshed looks pretty good, doesn't it?

Ciao Italia

Say hello to Frank, who is giving us a quick introduction as to what we would be doing for the day.

Altogether now.... Hellloooo Frannnnkkkk!

Après Ski

After a day of skiing down the slopes, going up the chair lift, bracing the cold as it hits your face whilst you speed down, there is only one thing that will warm you back up.

Après-ski.

Which is French for ‘After Ski’ in case you were wondering. 

It's basically a big party that takes place on the last run down the slopes for the day. You ski down and stop halfway, unclip your skis and mark your poles so you know where to find them later on. (trust me, you will need a little assistance!)

It’s easy to spot where the best Après-ski bars are by seeing how many skis are outside!

Time To Ski

I remember going to Austria for my first ski trip, and having to learn the complete basics of skiing.

Starting with snow ploughs, our instructor would have us slowly moving down the nursery slope until we reached the bottom, falling over a couple of times on the way, and then side step back up to the top.

It was tedious to start with, because all you wanted to do was ski down the mountain and not stop.

Then, after a couple of times of trying, it clicks into place and you can start to say ‘I’m doing it!’ As your experience grows, so does your ability and it becomes second nature to ski.

Nothing beats waking up in the morning, throwing on your salopettes and jacket, and heading up the mountain to start skiing!

We hopped on the ski train and made our way up from Zermatt to the slopes.

Welcome To Switzerland

It's Ski Season!

Which means it is time to grab my skis, get out of London, and head to the Alps for the week.

Can you tell I am a little excited?