Cayman Half-Marathon, December 2014

I made sure to suck in my stomach, don my mask of supreme confidence and speed up a tad as I passed them…and I just about resisted shouting ā€œIā€™M KICKING YOUR DAD’S BUTT!ā€ at one of them.

My First Half-Marathon: Training begins

Nothing has really and truly happened to me unless I’ve written about it and have photos. Not because I need “the world” to know what I’ve done, but perhaps because my memory is so appalling that if I don’t write about it I won’t properly learn the lessons or enjoy the recollections that I could…