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The Life List

For a while now – inspired by Mighty Girl (and actually borrowing some ideas from hers) – I’ve been meaning to write a life list, or bucket list as some people call it. Without wanting to go all hippy-visualisation bidness on you, I do find that writing down my goals seems to bring me a magical step closer to achieving them. Like Deathnote, but without killing any of my enemies.

So hey, if this post helps me achieve any of the following, that would be awesome!

  1. Visit the Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland
  2. See the Aurora Borealis
  3. Take a dip in a thermo pool in Iceland
  4. Walk the Camino de Santiago de Compostela
  5. Spend a week on a narrowboat
  6. Travel around the UK in a campervan
  7. Take a flight in a hot air balloon
  8. Visit a redwood forest in California
  9. Ride in a gondola in Venice
  10. Take a helicopter flight over the Grand Canyon
  11. Grow my own food
  12. Visit Yellowstone national park
  13. See the Great Wall of China
  14. Sail a yacht
  15. Visit Cuba
  16. Go to carnival in Rio
  17. Go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans
  18. Visit New York
  19. Ride a tram in San Francisco
  20. Sky dive
  21. Dance at the Swing Ball with Ben
  22. Ride the Orient Express
  23. Be in a film
  24. Tango in Argentina
  25. Get published
  26. Take a photography class
  27. Read Ulysses
  28. Do a 10k run
  29. Grow a bonsai tree
  30. Have a garden with a hammock
  31. Finish knitting Ben’s scarf
  32. Make a dress
  33. See Radiohead live
  34. See Tom Waits live
  35. Sleep in a treehouse
  36. Learn Italian
  37. Go island-hopping in Greece
  38. Visit Uluru
  39. Swim in the swimming ponds at Hampstead Heath
  40. Throw a Holi party
  41.  Attend Loy Krathong, the sky lantern festival in Thailand
  42. Swim with bioluminescent plankton in Puerto Rico
  43. See the Iguazu Falls in Argentina

 

And a handful of the really awesome things I have already ticked off the list:

Give blood

Dinner at Rick’s Café Americain in Casablanca

Do a 5k run

Learn to swing dance

Dress up as a geisha in Kyoto

Cross Thorung-La: the world’s highest mountain pass in the Himalayas

See a meteor shower

I didn’t get a photo, but it was a lot like this

Be a DJ

Believe it or not, I am DJing here…

Perform onstage

Onstage at Robin’s Well with Ben, Timmy and Sarah

Marry Ben


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Cometh the Hour, Runneth the Girl

I did it! I ran my race! I am thrilled to bits right now. Also, shattered and aching,  but most definitely elated.

Let me start by saying a massive massive thank you to everyone who sponsored me – Rani, Ben, David, Leila, Naomi and James, you guys are amazing.

So, did I win the race? Good lordy no! But nor did I come last by any means. And most importantly, I achieved my three major objectives: I ran the whole way, without stopping or slowing to a walk; I made fairly good time (35 minutes); I crossed the finish line!

It was a beautiful day for a run, I don’t think I could have been luckier with the weather. Maybe a little on the warm side? Luckily, Battersea Park is very leafy! Thank you for the shade trees – I like this reciprocal relationship we’ve got going on!

Most of my pre-run nerves were due to the fact that – being unaccustomed to getting up before 9am on a weekend – we really struggled to get out of the house. For a while I thought I would miss the start of the race. But get there we did, and in plenty of time to scoop up my new t-shirt:

Race Ready!

and warm up with Francis, of Dance Flavourz:

He’s gotta be. So. Macho

The guy was a Zumba-dancing legend, had us all jumping around and shimmying our hips to warm up.

Here’s a little blow by blow of my thoughts during key stages of the race:

Start line: oh god oh god oh god, please don’t let everyone overtake me. I will try to keep pace with those two in the green wigs, they don’t look very fast.

0.5k: Holy crap, my pace runners are getting away from me! I will latch onto this woman with pigtails instead.

4k: My goodness that was an easy run. Wait hold on, that 4k sign seems a little early

1.5k: Haha! Green wigs have got a stitch and have dropped to a walk! Slow and steady, right Pigtails? We are totally the tortoises here.

2k: How can there be so much park?

2.5k: Woo, there’s Ben! I’m halfway!

4k: Okay, that 4k sign is definitely in the wrong place, even for the second lap…

3.5k: Oh shit! Pigtails is getting away from me! I am too slow even for the Tortoise!

4k: I am beginning to doubt that 4k really exists. Especially as three successive stewards have just told me “only a kilometre to go!” and they were each a good 30 yards apart. Has 4k become some kind of abstract concept? A mysterious bait waved beneath the noses of desperate runners?

4.5k: I can hear the brass band, I’m nearly there! That shortcut across the field looks so fucking tempting…

4.95k: Shit, I really thought I’d have a last minute burst of speed, but it’s all I can do to keep going. Pigtails probably finished hours ago. I haven’t seen Green Wigs in months. I really feel like the old crew is drifting apar… hey there’s Ben!

5k: I’VE DONE IT I’VE DONE IT I’VE DONE IT! Quick Ben catch me my legs are going.

Best. Feeling. Ever

After that it was a quick yoga warm down with a chick who seemed to be whispering into her mic. Like honey, I know it’s meant to be calming, but we’re in a field – people are also meant to be able to hear your instructions. Francis you ain’t.

Now allow your consciousness to sink into the ground, like the roots of a tree…

I picked up my medal, complimentary peppermint foot rescue, and my silver birch sapling. No idea what I’m going to do with that – anyone want a tree??

To the victor, the spoils

And then it was off with the shoes and off to the next starting line, for the hundred metre dash world record attempt…

Yeah, not that 100m world record.

Did we break the world record for the greatest number of people running 100m barefoot? I have no idea. We left before the announcement was made, and on the way home Ben bought me a celebratory ice cream.