Wednesday, 24 August 2016
Following a fat, unfit 50+ year old to fitness!: For The Love Of Cefi
Following a fat, unfit 50+ year old to fitness!: For The Love Of Cefi: Wednesday 24 th August Distance: 2.52 miles Time: 37:29 Avg Speed: 4.03mph Avg Pace 14.52min/mile Calories Burned 439 ...
For The Love Of Cefi
Wednesday
24th August
Distance:
2.52 miles Time: 37:29 Avg Speed: 4.03mph Avg Pace 14.52min/mile
Calories
Burned 439 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 8604
Saturday
13th August
Distance:
7.02 miles Time: 1:46:56 Avg Speed: 3.94mph Avg Pace 15.14min/mile
Calories
Burned 1206 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 8165.
Wednesday
10th August
Distance:
2.31 miles Time: 35:17 Avg Speed: 3.93mph Avg Pace 15.15min/mile
Calories
Burned 397 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 6959.
Saturday
30th July
Distance:
6.01 miles Time: 1:31:25 Avg Speed: 3.95mph Avg Pace 15.12min/mile
Calories
Burned 1035 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 6562.
Saturday
23rd July
Distance:
5.07 miles Time: 1:16:08 Avg Speed: 4.00mph Avg Pace 15.00min/mile
Calories
Burned 881 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 5527
Saturday
16th July
Distance:
3.56 miles Time: 54:04 Avg Speed: 3.95mph Avg Pace 15.12min/mile
Calories
Burned 612 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 4646
Saturday
2nd July
Distance:
5.06 miles Time: 1:12:07 Avg Speed: 4.21mph Avg Pace 14.14min/mile
Calories
Burned 903 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 4034.
Thursday
30th June
Distance:
0.77 miles Time: 12.21 Avg Speed: 3.75mph Avg Pace 16.00min/mile
Calories
Burned 128 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 3151.
Monday
27th June (Walking)
Distance:
1.79 miles Time: 41:13 Avg Speed: 2.65mph Avg Pace 14.27min/mile
Calories
Burned 286 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 3023.
Saturday
25th June
Distance:
5.01 miles Time: 1:10:55 Avg Speed: 4.24mph Avg Pace 14.27min/mile
Calories
Burned 821 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 2737.
It
has been some time since my last blog post and in that time my world has
crumbled. My beloved, My Raison d'être the man whom I absolutely adored with
every fibre of my being has died. He had been suffering with the most crippling
depression for the last year and on Monday 18th July he took his own
life. I am left totally bereft and broken. My poor little heart is shattered
into a million pieces that will never ever be rebuilt. I struggle to find the
words to describe just how broken I feel. I have managed to keep up the running
as I am determined to finish what I stared and now all the more I will run for
him. Everything I do I do for him. He was the sun that rose in my morning and
the moon that took me to my sleep. Without him I there is just a cavernous hole
in my life that I know nothing or no one will ever fill. I was lucky, so lucky
to have 25 blissfully happy years with him and I am grateful for those BUT I
WANTED MORE! I wanted to watch his beautiful face age into our later years as a
man so handsome would have grown old with the dignity and beauty (that he
already possessed) that men gain in their later years. I wanted to travel more
with him, it would have got more difficult but I would have coped. I wanted to
sit on our porch in our rockers and reminisce about our memories. But more than
anything I just wanted to be with him to wake up next to him every morning and
to fall asleep in his arms every night. To cuddle up next to him, to breath in
his essence, to hear him speak to me, to hear him sing and most of all to see
that smile. Oh that smile, that smile that smile. He had a smile that would
melt ice and eyes so beautiful they warmed your heart. This was a good man. This
was a great man. This was my man.
We
gave him a most beautiful funeral full of music and joy, along with all the
pain we were feeling and for the rest of this blog I will share the eulogy that
I gave at his funeral.
CEFI
First
may I on behalf of myself, Ryan and all the family say a heartfelt thank you to
everyone who has been so wonderful and shown so much love and kindness to us
all over the past heart breaking days. You have sustained us.
However
when I stop to think why you were doing it I am then, not surprised at all. For
the love of Cefin you called at our home. For the love of Cefin you sent
flowers. For the love of Cefin you brought food parcels and wine boxes. For the
love of Cefin you telephoned to check on us all. For the love of Cefin you sent
beautiful words and cards. For the love of Cefin you prayed and lit candles.
For the love of Cefin you are all here today. For the love of Cefin.
Cef
was a man full of love. Cefi would do anything for anyone. On those occasions
when someone called with an emergency he was by the door with the car keys
ready before I even got off the phone. No matter what was asked of him if he
could help then he would, without question. Sometimes he didn’t even know what
was being asked of him but he still stood by the door ready to go. He would
never pry or need to know why. Cefi was the kindest gentlest sharing man I have
ever known. I am sure that if I was to go into teacher mode now and ask you all
for a show of hands as to who here was ever helped by Cef:
to
do something,
to
respond to a request for assistance,
to
offer sage advice,
to
borrow something,
to
sort something
to
move something,
to
give a lift……
To
do whatever I know that practically every hand in this building would go up.
Because that was what he did. He hated conflict and arguments and strived at
all times to broker peace and mediation. Always going out of his way to help
anyone who needed it. He NEVER saw
the colour or a person’s skin or cared about their sexuality he just simply saw
all people equally and if they were a good person then that was all that
mattered to him Cef was a man full of love. For the love of Cefin we are all
here.
For
the love of Cefin.
Cefi,
My Cefi, was a wonderful man who inspired love and laughter. He was so many
things as we have already heard in this service and he will have been something
different to everyone sitting here today a son, a brother, a father, an uncle,
a cousin, a nephew, a friend, a colleague and Ryan will speak about Cef’s
actions as a dad. But to me he was my husband, my world, my love, my life; he
was quite simply my everything. I loved him completely with every fibre of my
being he was my Moon and Stars, My Night and Day. I cannot begin to imagine how
my life is going to be without him.
For
the love of Cefin.
Cefi
and I first met in this very building, on the fourth year of his 3 year degree!
He came to church one Sunday morning, for no apparent reason he and a friend
just decided to come! He sat on the back row… there. I, as I was want to do, arrived late and came
in with my usual bluster and sat down with my mum on the back row ….there. We
both spotted each other; I nudged my mum and said ‘He has nice eyes’ she
replied ‘Yes he has nice teeth too’ from that moment he did not stand a chance.
Whenever I asked him why he came back the next week, he always said he had
noticed my long hair and my high heels so for me it was eyes and teeth for him
hair and heels we both had what the other loved!
I
was just coming to the end of my marriage to Ryan’s dad and had just been
granted my divorce papers so if he had come to church any sooner I would not
have been ready. I have always said that
God sent him for me. Cefin always understood about Ryan’s dad and he always
respected that fact that through Ian I had Ryan and there too so did he. I
wonder how many men would accept their wife’s ex-husband as readily as he did;
together we have had Christmas dinners, done car boot sales and shared in all
of Ryan’s highs and lows. In fact some of the first people to our house on that
fateful night were the family of Ryan’s dad, I think this just goes to show the
measure of the man we are remembering here.
For
the love of Cefin.
Once
Cef had passed the eyes and teeth test it soon became apparent to me that this
was a man who was to be mine in old fashioned parlance I set my cap at him. At
first he was wary, I was older, I had a child, I was divorced. But then on New
Year’s eve and full of beer, he rang me from Wales and stammered down the phone
‘ Why can’t we just be in love like other people?’ this was music to my ears as
I had already known for some time that I
was in love with him. So he sneaked home a day early and tricked me into
thinking he was not yet back in Leeds only to turn up on my doorstep 2 minutes
later. The following New Year’s eve he proposed to me, with a homemade ring
made out of a small shell stuck with epoxy resin to an unwound paperclip, I was
on the phone at the time and teased him by saying ‘no’ his crestfallen little
face was soon wreathed in that beautiful smile once I confirmed that I was only
joking. We were married here on 4th June 1994 and from that day to
this I can say in certain honesty that there was never one single day that we
did not say I love you. That there were probably only 2 or 3 arguments that I
can remember, a few tiffs from time to time but nothing ever major and we never
went to sleep angry. In fact on those occasions when I was cross with him his
sad puppy dog eyes would just plead with me and I could never stay angry with
him for long as it just upset him too much. Every time he dropped me off at
school I would stand and wave to him until I could see him no longer. Every
time either one of us drove off we would say the same thing to each other ‘Take
care, drive carefully, watch out for those nutters and remember…(we would pause
here whilst the other turned back to look then add)..I love you’. Every day
when we arrived at work we would text the other to let them know we had arrived
safe and if we didn’t do it then we would text one another to check that they
were safe.
For the love of Cefin
Cefi and I shared 25 years, 22 of them married, of
joy and happiness we did so much together he was as I so often said to him, the
brightest star shining in the firmament of my existence. I suppose to some we
may have seemed soppy but to us it was just one long honeymoon where the love
and joy never depreciated. I loved everything about him but somethings I loved
more than others. He was an incredibly devoted father and husband and tolerated
all my excesses and exuberances he kept me level and steadied me. Sometimes if
I was spouting too much I would just feel the gentle tap to my arm or to my leg
that simply said ’enough now’ He gave me stability and guidance and never stood
in the way of me doing anything and was always there at my side supporting in
all I did. He never said no to me and as far as was possible for him he
indulged me all he could. For example For HIS
40th birthday Ryan, Judith and I took him on a surprise trip to New
York, yet it was ME who came home
with 3 pairs of Manola Blahnik shoes, I
could not make up my mind which one to choose so he just said get them all. He
kept me in good shoes Cefi loved beautiful shoes and clothes for both me and
himself his legendary blue suedes are with us today. That is one of the reasons
I have requested the colourful dress code today. Cefi was a man who knew how to
wear colours; he has some truly awesome shirts and fabulous ties. In fact all
the men in the family are wearing one of Cef’s ties today as a mark of their
respect. For the love of Cefin.
For the love of Cefin my life and the life of all
us who knew and loved him will now never be the same again you will all have
your memories of him and I do hope that you all take the time to write in the
memorial book and don’t worry if you don’t get the time today I will leave it
in church for a couple of weeks or you can always pop by the house and do it
later. For the love of Cefin.
For me I will miss so very many things I will miss
how he loved his food. I will miss how he loved riding fairground rides
especially rollercoasters. I will miss how he precisely measured out everything
he fixed or made in the House or here in church. I will miss how he developed
little systems or gadgets for doing things. I will miss how he kept useful
pieces of wood pile and the delight he took last year when he used it all up on
a garden project. I will miss the fact that he never said I told you so. I will
miss how he soaked stamps off envelopes so that he could reuse the ones that
had not been franked. I will miss how he enjoyed getting new coins with
different pictures on them to add to his collection. I will miss how when I
told him I had had a dream about him the night before he would apologise for
anything he may have said or done in MY
dream. I will miss what we called his cumptious moments when he misheard or
misunderstood an English word. I will miss how he would not even watch a copied
video if he thought it was illegal. I will miss how his decent honest soul
would not allow him to lie. I will miss how he never swore. I will miss how he
never shouted. I will miss how he would lean forward from the choir stall and
send me a coded I love you message down the church. I will miss his gorgeous teeth. I will miss
his beautiful smile. I will miss his soft sparking eyes and how those eyes looked
at me. I will miss how we danced together round the kitchen. I will miss
resting my head on his hairy chest and listening to his heart beat. I will
forever miss my love and the way he loved me. I consider my life blessed to
have known him. I will miss him for ever and forever my heart belongs to him.
For the love of Cefin we are all better people.
For the love of Cefin. My love my life.
In the last
days Ryan and I have thought a lot about what music we wanted at this service.
The hymns were easy as Cefi loved all the Welsh tunes in particular Cwm Rhonda
which we will sing shortly he was very proud of his heritage and in particular
he loved singing hymns. Harder though was choosing the songs there are so many
that we sang together or he sang for me. Some were sad most very emotive. He
loved Elvis, Jim Reeves, The Eagles, Country, Eurovision, show songs, opera but
in the end we have chosen two. This first one I would sing to him at the top of
my voice and would always end up with a dance around the kitchen or a huge Cefi
hug. It sums up everything I felt about him.
After Ryan speaks;
Our second choice of song is a song that Cef
himself would always join in with gusto and especially the little spoken
phrase. We chose this one because Cefin loved people and especially his eye
would be caught by a pretty girl I cannot tell you how many times he nearly
crashed the car whilst driving through Headingley when someone caught his eye.
I would catch him looking and say I saw you and he would flash me a smile and
say but you know I only love you and I did I knew he loved me.
For the love of Cefi I will pull on my running things again on Sept 11th so many family and friends have already
sponsored me but if you have not and want to my details follow and I sign out as always by saying thank you for your
support and if you could please see your way to sponsor me at https://www.justgiving.com/Janet-Lewis3
for however much you can spare I and www.musculardystrophyuk.org would
be most grateful.
Thank
you
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Why brexit is soooooo very wrong
Saturday
25th June
Distance:
5.01 miles Time: 1:10:55 Avg Speed: 4.24mph Avg Pace 14.27min/mile
Calories
Burned 821 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 2737.
Friday
24th June Quick jog round
school field with Y4
Distance:
0.34: miles Time: 4.21 Avg Speed: 2.97ph Avg Pace 20.10min/mile
Calories
Burned 46 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 1916
Had
a good run today I turned left, so that was a good start, I trotted up the hill
to St Chads and managed a nonstop run for most of that first mile. I had
already decided that I would head for Lawnswood Cemetery as that is one of my
target areas, I have a few along the route; St Chads, Lawnswood School,
Lawnswood Cemetery, Golden Acre Park then Otley. It was a beautiful morning the
sun was daring itself to come out the air was relatively clear and my head was
set. I needed to run, I needed to pound the pavements, I needed to run away. I
find running a therapy I get the same feeling from a brisk walk, the feeling of
running and as I do I drop by the wayside those thoughts, those worries, those
niggles that would otherwise fester and stew in my brain. So run I did all the
way up to the cemetery and then home again by this time the sun was coming out
and the day was promising
to behave.
So
why did I need to pound out my troubled thoughts so much today well one word, brexit!
(I won’t give this word a capital letter as that names it and I don’t want to
name it.) Did a nation ever make such a ridiculous decision? All the reasoned financial
and economic arguments aside, although in that respect we are well and truly
screwed, no the thing that has distressed this Middle-Of-The-Road Liberal has
been the vile and poisonous rhetoric that has spewed forth like puss from a
rabid wound. I could give this blog the sub heading of “the stupid things
people say” but that would be too simplistic and would somehow not do justice
to the maleficence that has been disgorged by the narrow minded, mean spirited
and noxious people of this nation that I love and was proud to call myself part
of. I am not proud any more, I am ashamed. So much deleterious, pernicious bile
has been promulgated as reason that I have at times shouted at the TV or quite
simply cried in disbelief.
If
nothing else this referendum has shown a large group of our nation to be
racist, bigoted, xenophobic, delusional knob-jockeys. I cannot believe some of
the vile vitriol that I have witnessed. The flimsy and inherently racist views
published in both the written and TV media have been unbelievable. Now call me
a simple minded fantasist here but I do generally tend to believe in the good
of people. My dear dead mum (who’s anniversary of death is on Tuesday- still
miss you mum) always taught me the very true maxim “There’s good and bad in
every kind” and that is a truism that I hold dear to. Yet I have truly
struggled to find any truth in that these last few weeks when all I have heard
is a dictate of right wing scaremongering about immigrants and people who were perceived
as ‘not British’
“They’re
coming here taking our jobs”
Which jobs? Who’s job? http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/is-britain-really-full-up-we-put-the-most-common-assumptions-about-immigration-to-an-expert-10427400.html
There are
some very interesting figures that relate to this, from the time around the
turn of 2004 and 2005 when something like a quarter of a million Poles entered
the UK. However, recorded unemployment rates went down between 2003 and 2005,
and recorded vacancy rates actually went up slightly, which would seem
counter-intuitive. There are of course other factors at play, and people will
make of that what they will, but the data would suggest that they weren’t
taking the jobs of Brits.
“Our
youngsters can’t get a job because all these immigrants are taking them”
Show
me the British ‘youngster’ who is prepared to work 15 hour days picking fruit
for minimum wage, show me the British ‘youngster’ who is prepared to wipe the
backsides of elderly people in care homes for minimum wage. There may be some
and to them I am doing a disservice and apologise but so many either don’t want
to work or they think they can fall into an Alan Sugar position that will pay a
6 figure salary or worst still the XFactor Generation who want to be
celebrities because “I really want this”
oh how I loathe what talent and reality shows have done to our children creating
a generation of wannabees and mind numb audiences. I digress.
EXCUSE ME! Our NHS would collapse if it were not for the
immigrants 21.5% of NHS staff not including GP’s and temporary staff are
immigrants.
"Overseas
doctors have for many years made a valuable and important contribution to the
NHS, especially in key services where there has been a historic shortage of UK
trained doctors. Without the support of these doctors many NHS services would
struggle to provide effective care to their patients." British Medical Association
“We
want our country back”
I love this one! Our Queen has just celebrated her 90th
birthday she has ruled over us for 60+ years. Three of our Home Nations are
currently holding their own in the European Cup, Our Olympic and Paralympic
squads are about to launch themselves into competition in Rio. Our designers
and musicians are celebrated throughout the world; our political leaders sit on
NATO, G8, WHO, UN Security Council….. We have our country and more besides NO
ONE IS TAKING IT AWAY numpties!
This article from Lawyers In For Britain states the case in far more eloquent terms than I can and as far as I can see we always have made our own laws and pulling out of the EU will not mean that our little businesses can suddenly trade in Europe by new rules, they will still be governed by them the only difference being WE WILL NO LONGER HAVE A SAY IN HOW THEY ARE SET!!! Idiots!!!
In practice, the UK has had significant influence over the development of single market legislation particularly in relation to telecoms, energy and financial services where EU legislation is largely based on the UK model. In other areas, notably pharmaceutical regulation and competition law, UK legislation is closely modelled on EU law. That would remain the case even if the UK were to leave the EU but the UK would cease to have any influence over the future development of that law.
Indeed, if the UK were to leave the EU, it would have no real say on EU legislation, but much of its business would remain subject to EU law in order for UK products and services to be accepted in other EU countries.
http://lawyers-inforbritain.uk/b-m-a/does-membership-of-the-eu-prevent-the-uk-from-making-its-own-laws/
“It
was better before”
Sorry do you actually remember the 60’s and 70’s? Power
cuts, strikes, corrupt police forces, rampant misogyny, Jimmy Saville, dull,
dull, dull food, IRA, lead paint, asbestos, 2 TV channels, drink driving, smoking everywhere,
corporal punishment, homosexuality criminalised, little or no contraception
(until the pill in 1967), dirty beaches, dirty rivers, over fished seas? Granted there was
great music and weird fashions but music and fashion are always there helping
us through. We live today in an accessible world with instant communication and
access to a life style the 60’s and 70’s had no potential for. I loved growing
up then but I don’t want to go back life should only go forwards.
“They
come here bringing all their foreign ways” and this absolute pearler
“I
go to the supermarket and there is a whole row of Polish food!”
Well!
All I can say to that is thank God they do. Imaging if you will a supermarket
without “foreign” food……..no wine, no pizza, no wine, no curry, no wine, no
spices, no wine, no pasta, no wine, no bloody anything. Go open your fridge or
your pantry and take a look where the food comes from, go on… I’m waiting…. In my fridge I found;
Mayonnaise American
Butter
Danish
Cheese
Swiss, German
and French
Chorizo
Spanish
Lime
Pickle Indian
Yoghurt
Greek
Wine
Chilean
Champagne
French
Bacon
Danish
Sauerkraut Polish
Coke
American
Hot
Pepper sauce West Indian.
Soy
sauce Chinese
Tomatoes
Spanish etc. etc.
etc.
Now
I know I can get British cheeses, sauces, butters etc. but my point is I don’t Just want to. I enjoy having a
world of variety in my fridge and pantry. I enjoy walking to Headingley where
there are Thai, Chinese, French, Greek, Italian, Indian, American restaurants. I
can go into the centre of Leeds and eat food at restaurants from every
continent of the world. Migration has brought a wealth of variety and colour to
our lives. My neighbours are Romanian, French, Irish, Indian, Pakistani, Greek
and that is just the ones who I know for definite and my street is wonderful
because of it. We have a street party every year and celebrate our
neighbourhood. I don’t want to live in a place where the food is bland, the
people are colourless. I want to live diversity, share diversity and celebrate
diversity. I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE IN LITTLE BRITAIN WHERE FEAR AND SUSPICION ARE
THE NORM AND WE EAT DULL FOOD.
I
teach and I cannot begin to imagine a classroom without diversity neither do I want
to live in a society without it and for that reason I fear that brexit is bad
for our country, bad for our economy, bad for our standing in the world, bad
for everything that makes Britain great. You got it so wrong people, I hope that
the world will forgive us as right here, right now I cannot forgive those who
have made this catastrophic choice, a choice based on misinformation, lies, deceit,
racism and bigotry GOD HELP US.
So
I will keep running and pound out my frustration and do all I can to raise some
funds for the charity I am supporting. A huge thank you to all those who have
sponsored me so far and for now I will close as always by saying thank you for
your support and if you could please see your way to sponsor me at https://www.justgiving.com/Janet-Lewis3
for however much you can spare I and www.musculardystrophyuk.org would
be most grateful.
Thank
you
Saturday, 18 June 2016
Following a fat, unfit 50+ year old to fitness!: My Game of Thrones Passion and my EU vote
Following a fat, unfit 50+ year old to fitness!: My Game of Thrones Passion and my EU vote: Saturday 18 th June Distance: 3:50 miles Time: 50:41 Avg Speed: 4.15mph Avg Pace 14.27min/mile Calories Burned 538 ...
My Game of Thrones Passion and my EU vote
Saturday
18th June
Distance:
3:50 miles Time: 50:41 Avg Speed: 4.15mph Avg Pace 14.27min/mile
Calories
Burned 538 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 2408.
Saturday
11th June
Distance:
2:14 miles Time: 31.31 Avg Speed: 4.08mph Avg Pace 14.58min/mile
Calories
Burned 335 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 1870
Saturday
4th June
Distance:
1:09 miles Time: 14.58 Avg Speed: 4.25mph Avg Pace 14.23min/mile
Calories
Burned 159 Calories
Burned TOTAL: 1535
Well
dear blogosphere today you are getting 3 for the price of 1 due mainly to the
fact that over the last 3 weeks my Saturdays have been very hectic and I have
had to get out, run, get home, shower and go straight out again. Week one; go
to help build a bug hotel in the church yard; week two to go organise a coffee
morning at the exhibition and flower display for the Queen’s birthday, both
very pleasant and most successful mornings. So today finds me with slightly
more time to catch up although later this morning will find me swinging from a
ladder polishing Jesus’ head! No that is not a euphemism for something dark and
deviant but is yet another job day at church where a team of co-opted/volunteer
(hear, read ‘pressganged’) regulars will don their gardening togs and get out
there and do the practical things that need doing. For those of you who know my
church there is a quite spectacular reredos with carved statues of the Northern
Saints including folk like Cuthbert, Aiden and Hilda and sitting atop in the
central position is the figure of Christ, who it has to be said is currently
sporting a very dusty barnet. So today he and all the men and women of The
North, Ok so I know that is a tenuous Game of Thrones reference more of that
later, will get a good old dust.
As
I have not written for three weeks I have a few things to catch up with today
first off this week has seen the most horrendous events in Florida USA where a
right wing nutter murdered 49 people just out enjoying themselves and in my own
Northern town the MP for Batley and Spen Jo Cox was murdered by what looks to
have been another right wing nutter, whilst just out doing her job.
So
I mentioned Game of Thrones, as I so often do, earlier in this epistle. Now
this is an obsession that borders on compulsive, nay it is compulsive. It consumes
my life. I have never loved a show before with so much passion and commitment. Never
have I cared so much about what happened to characters or willed so much that
those deserving will get their dues, both good and evil. This latest season
(S6) has had me stopping up until 2am on a Monday morning, just to watch the
next episode. Then going to school on just 3 hours sleep only to come home at
tea time and watch the same episode again just in case I missed anything!! For the
last 3 weeks though, having found this continued sleep deprivation was taking
its toll I now get up at 5am and watch it first thing in the morning and all
because I cannot bear the thought that I may accidentally hear a spoiler before
the regular viewing at 9pm on a Monday night. In fact the ‘Hold the Door’
episode I did not stay up nor get up to watch only for someone at work (JH you
know who you are!) to have watched it and let just too much slip. The pain was
unbearable so I now ensure I do either the 2am or 5am slot.
I
do get consumed by passions and GOT has me. I have also this week felt my
running passion a little stronger. Today I turned left at the top of the street
(I went left for the first time last week) and ran up to Lawnswood School then
home again. I accidentally paused the tracker and ended up going round the block
and round and round the circle in my street just to ensure that the tracker
registered 3.5 miles, yet did it I did. I am now getting into my swing and I am
working on building the miles into my legs as September is only a few weeks
away. A huge thank you to all those who have sponsored me so far and for now I
will close as always by saying thank you for your support and if you could
please sponsor me at https://www.justgiving.com/Janet-Lewis3
for however much you can spare I and www.musculardystrophyuk.org would
be most grateful.
Thank
you
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