Friday, January 1, 2016

My Year 2015: A Mixed Bag

2015, done and dusted. It's been a mixed one, I talked about running yesterday and this is the rest of it in a TL;DR version...

January/February

YIR W/S1

2015- the year I started running, I even signed up to a race, and everything. T took me to Paris so 2015 is also the year I decided I needed to see a bit more of the world.

March/April

YIR W/S 2
We moved out of our flatshare with a couple who split up/got back together/split up/got back together etc etc. It was beyond stressful and thats before we started having to buy and build shit loads of furniture.

So naturally a week later, we decided to visit my grandparents for Easter weekend and spend it cycling and drinking cider.... Easter Weekend success!

May/June

YIR S/S 1

In May we managed a sunny week in Funchal, Madeira. It was stunning and somewhere I'd revisit. My personal life went to hell, and with my 10km race looming, I made my maiden race the City Mile (1 mile race). The beginning you might say....

July

YIR S/S 2

... because I spent most of the rest of the summer doing this... My grandfather was diagnosed with cancer and I decided that cancer had claimed enough of my family for its own. I embarked on my challenge to run 100km between my birthday on 03.06.15 and my next birthday. Including a marathon. I also stopped drinking for a while.

August/September
YIR A/W 1

In September I seemed to have gotten my shit together again and actually did some pretty cool stuff. We went to Paradise Wildlife Park in Herts. to see the largest collection of big cats in the UK and went off to sunny Margate with friends. I donned feathers and lipstick for a day at Ascot c/o T's workplace and drank a lot of champagne in their private box, we also had breakfast with Martin Morales (of Ceviche/Andina) dangling over London. It was incredible.

I ran a fucking MARATHON. 4th October 2015.

PicMonkey Collage

November

YIR A/W 2

In the autumn I cut my hair and ran away to Vegas. Ok, so I didn't run away, I went for a wedding. 2 of the most supportive people who have propped me up for at least half of 2015 got married and I won a couple of hundred dollars, what's not to like.

I also took my first ever decent(ish) picture of a firework at Alexandra Palace.

December

YIR DEC

December has been a tough month. A friend died very unexpected at the beginning of the month and it left both T & I a bit lost and heartbroken for his wife and family. But in the spirit of a truly vibrant person, we made an effort to celebrate his life and raised a glass (or 5) to his memory and set my Christmas tree tealight going for some atmosphere.

I completed my final race of 2015 on NYE (you can read a bit more about why that's important in my post from yesterday- an honest review of my year of running).

Between grief, preparation for my final race, mayhem with Cumbria flooding (I have business in Cumbria) and elderly relatives being unwell it's been an odd month and Christmas passed me by in the sense that it still doesn't feel like it happened.

But 2016 is here. I made it and Happy New Year to you all. I'm off to raid the box of chocolates for the only 2 or 3 I actually like before my Dad hoovers the whole lot up!
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