'I lost my mojo baby'
This is what happened (almost) without the hot girl at my side, and the slightly suspicious 60's ginger locks. (sadly) I woke up one morning to find I had lost my running mojo. Gone. Just like that, and I could not get it back. Perhaps it was the fact that not one single person donated after my newspaper appearance (not a penny), or the fact that the North pole had migrated all the way down to where I live, who knows, but it was gone, and it stayed like that for a very, very long time.
God knows it has been a long time coming, but here it is a short blog to let you know that, yes I'm still alive, and yes I'm still running. I had a crisis of confidence. Rocking in the corner, crying, eating lots of ice-cream. However I'm well and truly back in the game. For me, giving up is much harder than trying.I will not give up. I will cross that finish line.
Sorry for lack of updates....new longer blog coming soon. Thank you all for the support.
In the meantime if you have some overwhelming urge to donate to someone in the world, make sure it is me.