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.
With both boys away to Scout Camp in Cornwall, we quickly fell back into our pre-kids weekend routine: coffee, newspapers and jazz. (Jazz not pictured)
