Marathon Mum. Marathon Man. Get the joke? Both feature obsessiveness, shady characters from Europe, lots of running, and most notably, torture. This online journal began as I trained for the 2005 London Marathon. I successfully finished the race, but MarathonMum lives on. After all, life as a mother isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.
Monday, March 07, 2005
If you notice, I am tightly holding Nicholas' hand so he won't dive into the cake. He still got a bit of icing after this picture was taken.