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
So, here we are at the start of week 14. Day 98, to be precise. Which, honestly, feels weirdly huge and tiny at the same time. 98 days! That’s nearly 100! People say you can change your life in 100 days—well, I don’t know about life-changing, but I have changed.....
Cue the confetti, cue the marching band, cue the tiny dance party in my living room — it’s been 100 days since my surgery! One hundred. I can’t quite believe it. Some days, it felt like I was crawling through treacle, glued ankle and all, imagining myself walking on water.....
Day 102 – The Best Day Yet (No, Really!) Fourteen weeks and four days post-surgery — today felt like a real milestone in my recovery. Physio day! I walked in a little nervous, a little excited, and very eager to show all the hard work I’ve been doing — my.....
This week, the gym officially got serious… or at least it thinks it’s serious. We’ve introduced a new mode of exercise: machinery. Not the intimidating kind, though—just a small pedaling machine that looks harmless. Add to that our two and three kilo weights (yes, serious, serious stuff), and suddenly we’re.....
Sixteen weeks today.Sixteen weeks of rehabbing this Achilles. Sixteen weeks of exercises, wobbling, crutches, boots, and the slow, sometimes frustrating progress of learning to walk again properly.Sixteen weeks of thinking, “Surely this is the easier part?”And then realizing — yet again — that no, this is the hard few weeks......
My First Night Back in Cork in Four Months — And the First Night I Truly Felt Like Myself Again Today ended up being more eventful — and more meaningful — than anything I’ve done in months. It began with my daughter’s Cork trials at midday, followed by the two.....
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