400m, 200m, 100m…. And I’m still in predator alley.
I turned 30 last month. I finally admitted, under duress and in the face of unyeilding mathematics and biology, that I’m not a kid anymore.
Lots of new things: snow on the ground, Twickenham and the trickiness of making new friends.
It’s the last day of my 20s. The title of this blog has been unashamedly borrowed from Douglas Adams and here I’m going to borrow another of his deliciously pithy phrases: Don’t Panic.