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.
A day of miracles: Andy Murray winning Wimbledon, getting nine people to church on time, a beautiful sunny summer day (after a very soggy spring), and a ray of sunlight streaming through the church windows to shine on (only) me during Thing One's confirmation.