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.
Thursday, April 03, 2014
2014: Week 14
You should be able to see the towers of Canary Wharf behind those trees. This is what you see instead. Thanks Sahara Dust. Believe it or not, this is a No Filter photo.
(It really was awful, the dust. It made the city feel post-apocolyptic, somehow.)