Summer 2014 in the Ariège will not go down in the record books. Throughout July and August the default weather setting has been storms punctuated by grey skies and drizzly rain. This is not what I signed up for when I moved to the south of France! In fact, I feel rather disgruntled – clearly something is not working the way it should. Perhaps a paper was “lost” or the wrong stamp used. I’m very thankful that I live near Spain where it’s permanently hot and dry. They have cactuses on the side of the road. Unfortunately I can’t just nip to Spain each time I feel like a run, so thank heavens I decided to buy the Salomon Sense3 Soft Grounds!
Another great fitting shoe, let down by a weak upper
I’ve noticed a bit of an internet trend lately, many posts and articles on the internet are now lists of stuff, such as “10 Bizarre uses for excrement” or “23 Reasons why your parents should not be able to text” what about the excellent “16 Astronomy photos that are out of this world” or the hilarious “11 Terrifying pictures of bad fan art made real?“
This is not a shoe review – this post is a Warning!
And the warning is thus: Do not listen to anyone on the internet regarding shoe sizing. They do not have your feet. Your feet are sleek beautifully formed sculptures of perfection – so when they suggest you need to take a certain shoe in a certain size be wary…Be very wary. People on running forums and shoe reviewers may like shoes with a different fit to you – and it’s a little known fact that nearly all minimal shoe bloggers have wider than average gorilla feet. There are also people who seem to need their shoe to measure an inch longer then their foot…?
A quick explanation of the word randy for my non-British readers. In the United Kingdom this is a word that very posh and extremely out of touch people might use when they mean to say “horny.” It’s the sort of thing Prince William might utter to Kate post-croquet, after a glass or two of Chablis. It’s a bit “Hugh Grant.” A touch “Foppish toff.”
I know what you’re probably thinking; Yum Yum Cake? Silly name. Well that’s what she called it…
In a tribute to my late Grandmother who passed away at the end of last year, just a few months short of her 90th Birthday, I’m posting the recipe for which is hands down one of her best cakes. Not only is this slice highly satisfying to eat whilst enjoying a cup of tea and a listen to Woman’s hour, it is also high octane rocket fuel when taken on the run. In fact it should come with a warning – eat this stuff and you will fly; you’ll get a PB, probably even win the race and it will make you even more attractive to the opposite sex. Forget flapjacks – Yum Yum Cake is the way to go* Click here to read more