I have a slight confession; I am not a virgin blogger. I don’t want to be a show off (ok maybe slightly) but I ran the London Marathon this year in April and I wrote a blog for that on a fitness website. However I feel slightly guilty as I love blogging but my running escapades have reduced rather significantly since then and now I’m the only one blogging about general life stuff and not about running and being super fit on said website.
However fitness is a big part of my life. I love it. I am tall and always have been; nearly 6 foot so was graced with long legs and a long body. This was snapped up by my sporty parents at about the age of 3 and I was a club swimmer for most of my youth and teenage years. This was until my parents moved me to the local grammar school from the sheltered all girl prep school I was at and I had boys around me. I was taller than all of them, posher than all of them and my shoulders were about twice the width of theirs. I toned down the swimming and unfortunately also my figure. During my teens I embarked on dancing, ballet, tap, modern, anything that involved being girly, dressing up and wearing pink. However my quest to impress boys didn’t really work and I always felt huge and bigger than them all. It didn’t help that the boys in my school were all complete losers and it was only during A Levels when the boys in the year above noticed me that I started to get compliments and fleeting romantic moments. Then at University I continued to dance and spent a lot of my time doing cheerleading for the University squad. I was obsessed with Bring It On and loved the dance aspect. We ended up being quite good and won some competitions. However my love affair with sport also returned and I embarked on playing lacrosse when I could and netball too.
After University I did a ski season as part of my gap year and then moved down to London Southampton playing on Saturdays was tricky as we embarking on a 4 year long distance stint as he started medical school. The outdoor fitness classes started my affair with running and that led to the marathon (although I think I will explain more on that another day).
My boyfriend Ben has also been a huge influence on me. When we met at Univeristy (the first time round for him) I was a bubbly blonde who was obsessed with pink and being uber girly. We have been together 6 years now and I have now progressed to being a more slender, toned down and classier version of my former self. He has helped me to achieve my fitness dreams, career dreams and along the way I have returned to my old school demure and classier roots. I love him so much for that.
I’ve done my early twenties and I have to say I struggled slightly, I learnt how to manage my money (although I’m still shockingly bad), I moved to somewhere where I had few friends and my boyfriend was 60 miles away. I had no career direction and needed to join Weight Watchers. However I came out the other side with a fairly balanced bank account, a career in the making, a good fitness regime and diet (although this is also questionable), settled in my flat which I bought in Fulham, lots of amazing friends and a boyfriend who I cannot adore more.
So here we are, marathon done and dusted – 4:49 and no walking or stopping if you’re interested, holiday in Italy the second week of July, nearly half way through my masters and standing on the edge of what feels like a life precipice. My boyfriend Ben is about to finish and hopefully pass (touch wood, fingers crossed) his medical degree and I am hoping to get on a graduate scheme at work to further my surveying career while I finish my masters. I am moving out of my treasured SW6 flat the end of May and going to live with my boyfriends mum for two months while Ben finishes up his exams and then we move to Wimbledon together in August.
So hop on board and join me for my next chapter, life as a 27 year old in London
It promises to be a bumpy ride but an adventure none the less.
Enjoy, I will be trying to.
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