On Saturday, I was a runner. A mother. A teacher. A person whose identity was built on movement — half marathons, daily runs, GAA matches, school sports days, bike rides, endless errands, laughter, and action. Sport was how I connected with my kids. How I reached my students. How I processed stress. It wasn’t just something I did — it was who
We talk a lot about women in sport—performance, dedication, funding, equality, and visibility. But we rarely talk about what happens when it all stops—suddenly, without warning. Today I want to start sharing my Achilles rupture recovery journey with you. Just days ago, I was a busy, active mum of two, juggling a full-time career, sports, and community life, fitting workouts
Morning Madness: The Mr. Bean Shower Recovery isn’t always graceful. Some days, post-injury life feels like a full-blown Mr. Bean episode — juggling crutches, wheelchairs, shower products, and an unexpectedly rebellious razor. Today was one of those days.I woke up feeling sluggish, dragging myself into the morning, and decided it.....
They say recovery is a marathon, not a sprint… but today? Today felt more like a hospital-themed obstacle course, complete with casts, stitches, wheelchair maneuvers, and a side quest called “Get to the League Final.” I’ve always loved running and sports – from sprinting at the Cork City Sports in.....
How life flips your superhero routine upside down and teaches you to survive, one pillow at a time. I used to tell my kids, “I’m not Superwoman.” Ha. Looking back, that is adorable. Compared to now, I was basically the superhuman of superhumans. I could cook, clean, organise, referee arguments,.....
From Dingle detours to three-amigo chaos — a story of love, laughter, and the people who made me feel human again. 💖 The Kindness Chronicles: Capes, Coffees & CrutchesWhen life literally knocks you off your feet (hello, ruptured Achilles 👋), you quickly discover the extraordinary kindness people are capable of......
💖 Capes, Coffees & Crutches When life literally knocks you off your feet (hello, ruptured Achilles 👋), you quickly discover the extraordinary kindness people are capable of. Over the past months, I’ve been surrounded by superheroes disguised as friends, family, and even strangers — with doses of laughter, chaos, and.....
Birthday Plans vs. Couch RealityDay 16 of recovery. My husband’s birthday. Normally, this would mean hiking up a mountain, cycling into the city, rollerblading like pros, playing football with the kids, or heading off for a weekend adventure. Basically, anything that involved movement and not lying on a couch. This.....
It’s not getting easier. Not at all. In fact, in some ways it’s getting harder. The pain is dropping, the meds are dropping, and now it’s just me staring at this cast all day, battling the endless difficulties of doing the most basic things. Who knew pouring a cup of.....
Meet Your Achilles (and Its Drama) The Achilles tendon: that tough cord at the back of your ankle connecting your calf to your heel. It lets you run, jump, sprint, and generally feel like an action hero… until one day, it decides it’s done with your shenanigans. Enter: the Achilles.....
The 4 a.m. Circulation GameNineteen days in, and I’m officially a professional at the 4 a.m. “is my foot still attached?” game. Every night it’s the same — pins, needles, panic, and then relief when the numbness fades. Who needs Netflix when your own leg provides this much drama? The.....
Two tough days. Two absolutely stunning, sunshine-soaked days when the world seemed to say, “Come on out!” — and my foot firmly replied,“Not a chance. We’re on bed duty.” There I was, confined to my elevated throne — one leg balanced majestically on five pillows (because four is for amateurs).....
Day 23: Fighting the BedDay 23 started with a battle against my own bed. The world outside was calling, but my foot—and honestly, my whole body—wanted nothing more than to stay horizontal and sulk. So I cranked up the Trolls song “Not Giving Up Today”, hit repeat… about five times,.....
Toe Wiggles and Tiny WinsProgress these past couple of days? Let’s start with the humble toe wiggle. That’s right — for someone who used to run, lift, jump, and push herself to the max, celebrating a twitch in my toes feels… well, a little soul-destroying. Cue the team songs. I’ve.....
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