Before we head into the weekend, let’s take a minute to recognise what went WELL this week. Your win doesn’t have to be a PB or a number on the scales. Maybe you… 💪 Got your workouts done 🚶 Walked more than usual 🥗 Made some better food choices 😴 Prioritised your sleep 🍷 Drank less 🧠 Felt more positive 👨‍👩‍👧 Had more energy for the family 🔥 Or simply got back on track after a difficult few days! What’s ONE win you’re proud of this week? Drop it in the comments 👇 Big or small, it all counts. Let’s celebrate each other! 🙌

Lovely sunny day in September. Off today. Second workout off the App fitted in before school pick up. Really tired and stiff today after Monday and feeling a bit wishy washy the struggle goes on but I did it!. I swear Dave's 15 seconds get longer and longer. Glad I did it and achieved it. Here's to Friday. Feeling more alive already!. Thank you. X

This is me running the London Marathon in 2012, in memory of my mum who sadly lost her battle with cancer in 2010. ❤️ But this story started years earlier. I was about 12/13, chubby, bullied at school and lacking confidence. I decided I wanted to get fit and asked my dad to take me for a run. After a long day doing a physical job, he understandably said he was too tired. Then Mum shouted from the kitchen: “I’ll go with you.” I laughed. 😂 I’d never seen Mum exercise in my life! But she was serious. We threw on some old clothes and went for our first run together. It was HARD. “Let’s just get to that lamp post.” “We’ll walk when we reach that bench.” One little target at a time, encouraging each other along the way. That one run became a weekly thing and brought us closer together. And Mum caught the running bug BIG TIME. She went on to run half marathons, the Great South Run and 15–20 miles most weeks. Her dream was to run the London Marathon. Sadly, she never got the chance. Mum died in 2010 at just 46 years old. So in 2011 I signed up for the London Marathon and in 2012, I crossed that finish line for her. I can still remember feeling like she was with me the whole way. ❤️ Now I’m a parent myself, I see that first run completely differently. Mum probably thought she was just going for a jog with her son. She had no idea I’d still remember it all these years later. That’s the thing about being a parent. We don’t always know which moments our children will remember. Sometimes it’s simply the time you said: “I’ll come with you.” Losing Mum so young changed how I live my life. Have adventures. Take chances. Look after your body. Have fun. Make memories. Be present. Because one day you realise the ordinary moments weren’t ordinary at all. We get one life. And if my kids look back one day and remember moments with me as fondly as I remember that run with Mum… I’ll know I did something right. ❤️