Badass Mamas

I still remember the day I started running. I’m a Divorced, Single Mummy to two girls, aged just five and eight. I also suffer with an Anxiety Disorder. The year I got divorced in 2017, I landed my dream career as a Police Constable. A couple of years on…and I found life overwhelming.

I am the first to admit that at school I was a bit of an oddity.  I wasn't sure quite where I fitted - on the one hand I was all black nail varnish, tasseled skirts and bootleg Nirvana cassettes.  On the other I had a secret crush on Mark Owen and knew all the words to Don't Love Me for Fun by Boyzone.  Probably for that very reason I was never really one for team sports 

I did something which at the time felt that it wouldn't happen, and that was put myself into a charity place ballot for the 2022 London Marathon, and lo and behold, I got a place! 

I was never much of a runner despite having a career that necessitated it. In January 2018 I told my Dad I'd run Race for Life for him and he ...

Leakage and prolapses have been a taboo subject for far too long. There is no shame. The only shame is the lack of education that women get. For most women, the first time they hear the words ‘Kegels’ and ‘prolapse’ is when they actually have an issue. Education is key to bringing down the huge number of women suffering with weak pelvic floor issues.

There was lots of talk about how productive some people managed to be during lockdown. People wrote novels, learned Spanish, grew organic vegetables, took up the bassoon… I was definitely not one of those people.

Quite literally the girls weekend away that I didn’t even know I needed!

I could never understand people who ran… Especially for fun! The majority of my life I have struggled with Anxiety and depression, trying new thi...

Be warned, this is quite long and it's quite personal, so either discard without further thought or grab a cuppa and hunker down. A few facts: Da...

CHANCES ARE YOUR WARM UP, ISN’T A WARM UP! Congratulations you clicked on to read my blog post (If you can even call it that). Unfortunately...

When I became pregnant with my first daughter, Grace, a lot of people said I would no longer have time to run. I am not sure about anyone else but if someone suggests I can’t do something I have to prove them wrong! So I sensibly entered the Birmingham marathon which was 8 months post-partum.

The walk home seemed long and uncomfortable, everyone was looking (I’m sure they weren’t, I’m sure they didn’t even care) at the Lycra cladded idiot waking along at a slower speed than that of a sloth