The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
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30 September 2010
How to Be an Elite Athlete
Now I know what to do before my next marathon: Eat Weetabix! And wear a giant stuffed costume.
And while on the subject of Weetabix, here's my favourite advert of theirs (although they are all brilliant):
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