Chlorine resistant swimwear is a topic close to my heart. When I look back at my childhood, most of my memories involve swimming. That was my sport. Training sessions took place once or twice a day everyday. Before school, after school and at the weekends. Hours and hours of swimming up and down the pool….
This is a paid collaborative post. The weather wasn’t the greatest on Tuesday and Lia and I ended up watching some television after lunch. As usual, she asked to watch Paw Patrol and I grumbled a bit and turned it on for her. But then something brilliant happened. Something went wrong with Netflix and Paw…
Contains paid links On Sunday, I embarked on a bit of a mega run. It was nothing like the distance I did last year in the Gower ultra, but it was the furthest I’d run in a long time. Seventeen and a half miles to be precise. And it was hot. So before I went,…
I’ve battled with myself over whether to write this post. It is, after all, the ultimate in over-sharing. The last thing you need to read about is the excess lard around my waist. And yet, it seemed like the right thing to do. To be honest, put myself out there and say that keeping in…
I remember having my first bike as a child. It wasn’t much of a bike, a second hand monstrosity with a broken seat that my dad had mended with building foam. But nonetheless, I learnt to ride it and eventually graduated to a slightly larger second hand pink bike. It was here that my love of…
I wrote recently about the benefits of exercise for children. I thought it would be an interesting follow-up post to look at the benefits of childhood sport that stay with you into adulthood. 1. Enjoying sport As adults, we are encouraged to stay healthy and active. But if there’s no particular sport that we enjoy,…