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I drove over the new Renfrew Bridge today. It only opened yesterday, but I wanted to give it a shot. It’s been three years in the making, apparently. Cost £114 million. A lot of cones and diversions. Now it’s finally done, linking Renfrew with Yoker across the Clyde. For me, it means less reliance on the Erskine Bridge or the Clyde Tunnel. That alone feels like progress. It’s a…
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I’ve completed the Couch to 5K programme twice before. It’s not magic, but it works. Each time I finished, I felt quietly pleased with myself. I’d reached a point where running 5 kilometres in around half an hour was comfortable. Not easy, exactly, but doable. I enjoyed it, too. Or at least, I enjoyed the feeling afterwards. A clear head, lungs awake, the simple satisfaction of having moved my…
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We had a plan. Gym bags by the door. Water bottles filled. The noble intention of movement pencilled in for after work. But then the sofa looked inviting. And the thought of a “quick refreshing nap” crept in like a cunning little idea. Just twenty minutes, we said. Just a recharge. Nothing serious. Two hours later, we woke up bleary-eyed, limbs heavy, the room dimmer than before. Not quite…
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I first got online in 1994. Back then, just saying that felt futuristic. Most people I knew didn’t have the internet at all. You had to dial in, literally. That high-pitched screech of a modem connecting was the sound of something new. We called it the information superhighway, and it really did feel like that, a strange and open road with no clear destination. You just explored. The web…
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It’s taken a while, but I’m starting to feel like I’m coming back to myself again after the back injury. What made the biggest difference wasn’t the painkillers or the rest. It was a 1-to-1 yoga session with Stephanie. Being in pain for that long messes with your head. It wasn’t just the physical discomfort, it was the frustration, the limits, the not knowing how long it would last.…