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Hurrah! It’s January 2009! The beginning of a whole new year. I think it’s going to be an exciting new year for a number of reasons;

1) I am almost over the stinking cough and cold I picked up in London before Christmas which put a huge dampener on my holiday.

2) I am starting a new job. Yes. Breaking news! I’ve been dying to mention it in public but my clients haven’t been told yet, so keep it under your hat, won’t you? More details of the new company may or may not follow at a later date, depending on their policy on personal blogs, but I can say that the tech PR world is about to become my oyster (Watch out. Tech companies. I’m after you) and the centre of that world will be based in Manchester. Exciting!

3) I don’t have a free weekend until the middle of February. I’m already a social whirlwind.

3) I’m hitting the big 30 this year. I know most people don’t get excited about that birthday, but I’m looking forward to it. Kind of. Plus, in my head, I’m still about 23 so it makes no difference really, except that it’s a good excuse to dress up, go out and be spoiled (Mr Jolucy; take note. I expect to be treated like the Queen for the day). 

Clearly the numbering system I was using has let me down, so I’ll risk it. I’m going to do away with numbering the points and go “freestyle”. Stay with me now. Deep breath. ready?….

I’m also going to make this my year of sport (or Year of Sport). I’ve already entered myself for a 9 mile hill run (stupidly) in March (too soon) which means that I will need to run more than 40 minutes a week between now and then, I suspect. I’m hoping I will be able to complete a half marathon by the end of the year. I’m also planning to finally go and see my ‘local’ team, Sale Sharks play, go and watch a football match, get up to Old Trafford for some cricket and I’ve got a dance weekend coming up in February which I’m looking forward to. I’d quite like to see Andy Murray play as well if we can get tickets. After his performance against Nadal and Federer this week, I’m hoping this could be an exciting year for Andy. It would be great if we can finally have a tennis player to be proud of in the UK.

Also on the ‘to do’ list for this year is to get to the top of some more mountains. Probably including Scafell. I expect that it will involve me swearing and muttering under my ragged, oxygen-starved breath every step of the way, but I will look forward to boring everyone with the photos when I get back down and to the feeling of smugness that comes with climbing things that most people are sensible enough not to bother with.

And, how could I forget? we’re off to Glastonbudget in May. I’m hoping they’ll soon get their website up and running again. They have got a My Space page, but there’s not much info on there and they’ve used the same colour for both the font and the page background, so it’s a bit tricky to read. However, I did see something to indicate that the antarctic monkeys might be playing. hehehe. brilliant. (I’m already offering up prayers to anyone who’ll listen that the weather will be good)

Then we get to go on our honeymoon – 10 days on the Amalfi coast. bliss. I’m planning on doing a large amount of sitting in the sun, with an equally large amount of walking up and down steps/hills whilst I’m there. I also plan to visit Capri – which I think will be horrendous, but too close not to go and see – and we’re going to go and visit Pompeii, which I expect will be creepy in a fascinating way. 

Phew, any that only just gets me half way through the year. I think I’ll take July – December off, have my self a well earned break and let Mr Jolucy worry about paying the mortgage. I’ll just stay home, put up my feet and drink some tea. I’m sure he won’t mind…

Oh, and another reason it’s going to be a good year? I started out dressed as a red indian, and got a refund on our New Year’s Eve event because they ran out of drinks at the bar. How.


I am not an athletic person. Hurdles come up to my armpit, and it takes me twice as many steps to get anywhere as most people as I have short legs. Running is not my forte. Nonetheless, when Mr JoLucy pointing out that a 5k run was going almost past our door coincided with a conversation with my Grandma about fundraising for her charity, I decided to take the hint, get off my bottom and get running.

I was really quite apprehensive about the whole thing – I only agreed to  5k run because I knew I could walk it if necessary. I hadn’t done any running for over a year because I’d decided that having Mr JL lap me three times before the end of the road was just not the fun way I wanted to spend my time.

But since then I’ve been making regular trips to the gym so, while he wasn’t looking, I went and got on the treadmill, just to see…. I came home very pleased with my self, having managed to do 5k in 44 minutes and still walk the mile home after. I then spent the best part of two weeks working in London, but surprised my self (and the friend I was staying with, who really doesn’t approve and is very wise) by doing two more practice runs.

All seemed to be going well and I’d secured well over £100 in sponsorship so far, but then a series of disasters struck:

1) I discovered it was a 5 mile race!

2) The race got cancelled (secretly very relieved)

3) The race I entered instead involved wearing my pants over my shorts.

The big day came, and Mr JL only lapped me once. The fear of coming last drove me on and I managed to finish in the respectable time of 34 minutes – 10 off my last recorded best!

Most importantly, I managed to raise over £200 for charity – Heritage House in Wells-Next-the-Sea.  Thanks to everyone who sponsored me, your money will be well spent helping improve the quality of life for the elderly and frail in Norfolk.

Now, time for a good sit down I think!

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