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
When you’re stuck in bed all day, your life reduced to physio exercises, short trips to a coffee shop, or just being perched somewhere while everyone else is living theirs, it’s not just the pain or exhaustion that gets to you—it’s the sudden lack of purpose. Before my illness, I.....
From “I’d Never Go for Lunch Alone” to “I’m Flying Solo with a Limp” Years ago, back in secondary school, a friend casually told me she’d gone out for lunch by herself. I remember thinking:By herself? On purpose? My mind spiralled immediately: I didn’t judge her. I admired her.But I.....
It’s five o’clock in the evening. The sun is doing its best impression of a professional Instagrammer, slowly sinking toward the horizon. I’m sitting at a little table, drinking a Coke zero, watching the water, and for the first time in six months, there is… peace. Real peace. None of.....
This morning, I spent an hour and twenty minutes on a quiet, almost invisible beach doing some of the slowest and simplest ankle rehab exercises in history. No heroic lunges. No dramatic leaps. Just me, ankle-deep in water, taking tiny steps and trying not to topple over. The Quiet Beach.....
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