As you know, I love an endurance challenge – this weekend I took part in two. They were challenging, tough in places, tested your core strength and both took around 6 hours to complete. It’s a new event known as ‘getting to London with Hull Trains’.

I was heading down south to attend The Running Awards, where I had been shortlisted for the best personal blog. My train was cancelled and after a lot of phone calls, waiting, a lift with 2 ladies who I had only just met and a very slow, delayed train later I made it.

Once in London, over 3 hours later than planned it was a bit of a mad rush to make it to the awards at Indigo at the O2. Apologies for arriving slightly dishevelled.

The evening started with speakers followed by drinks, networking and the presentations themselves and then an afterparty.

It was lovely to finally meet so many people I follow and chat with on social media, even if it was like a big game of ‘Guess Who’ trying to recognise people out of their running gear. This was the best part of the night for me, it was so nice to meet you all. ❤️

Just before the awards were announced the shortlisted bloggers were invited into the awards. I knew my chances of winning were low, as I was up against some very good people. I was shocked to have been shortlisted and it was nice to see my name on the big screen.

The winners were Baze187 awarded bronze, Pick up the pace Paul collecting the silver and bring The morning coffee run bringing home gold. Please check their blogs out as they are all worthy winners.

A big thank you to everyone who voted for me! I’ve had a lot of really lovely messages since the results, I feel a bit like the X-factor runner-up. The running community is incredibly supportive (most of them, anyway). I did not go home empty-handed. I came away with a goodie bag filled with lots of things I’m excited to try. I’ve already tested the hilly socks on my ‘let’s try and sweat out last nights prosecco’ run the following morning. New blog idea right there!


After a lovely 3 mile run along Londons South Bank. It was time to head home. Hull trains had cancelled its service once again. The queues for trains going north were longer than the toilet queues at races. 6 hours, 3 trains and Dad’s taxi later I made it home.

Hull Trains – if you are reading this, I hope my medal and tech t-shirt are in the post! Maybe you’ll be shortlisted for ‘Best new endurance event’ at next years awards. You’d get my vote!