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.
We picked up my cool new purple glasses (colour hard to discern here) on a day with beautiful blue skies.
It definitely was time to replace the old pair. Bought in 2003, the frames were selected by the then 4-year-old (now 13) while the baby (now 9) slept in the buggy. They were purple too, so I'm seeing a pattern here.