Heather’s game plan was to run like mad!
Sometimes we get stuck; we tell ourselves stories, we put ourselves in boxes. I am a bad runner, a breaststroking swimbler, a passive thinker, a perimenopausal, not-in-the-least-bitsporty, woman. At 49 years old, with the prospect of turning 50 looming large on the horizon, I decided, as many do, to write a list of things to tick off, things I have never done with my life, things I may struggle to do any later, if left. What on earth possessed me to consider entering a swimrun?