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.
This isn't the most exciting picture in the world, but it's a good reflection of my Week 10 in 2012, which was consumed by paperwork-- reading it, writing it, analysing it. I'm thrilled that I can now file this massive pile away. On to 11:2012!
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