Flew home for 48 hours over the bank holiday weekend to celebrate the birthday of my amazing granny who turned 79. I really needed the kind of cuddles and proper belly laughs that only she can give me.

Summer was in the air throughout my entire visit and I couldn’t really go home without a quick visit to my favourite spot on the beach and say hello to Turning Torso. Oh Malmö <3

I even managed to convince mum to go out on a run with me :) She complained a lot, but we had fun in the end and ran around 8km in total so a great effort. I need to get her in shape so we can run another half marathon again.

We also celebrated Mother’s Day on the Sunday as Sweden has a different date to the one they have UK. We decided to treat granny to a dinner of her choice, whilst I had gotten mum a little gift from the airport.

No matter how long I stay, my visits are always too short. This time especially, but I’m happy I went because any time I can spend with them is both time and money well spent. I miss them so much…

Despite suffering from a minor chest infection, it was nice to get away from London for a few days. I might have taken this place a little bit for granted last summer whilst visiting for the first time, but honestly, the more time I spend here, the more I’m convinced that I’ll never get tired of this view!

I’d also forgotten how liberating it feels to have access to a car and to be able to drive around without having to rely on public transport. We decided to go on a mini adventure one of the days to explore a close by seaside town.

We had a lovely stroll around the old part of town and enjoyed an aperitif in the sunshine by the sea. Then before heading back home we somehow managed (by luck!) to get a table at what seemed to be one of the most popular restaurants in the area. I had a fish soup that was divine – really wish I could eat more seafood here in the UK!

All in all, a great long weekend spent in the company of two of my favourite people. Not sure what I’ve done to deserve them but thanking my lucky stars every day that I have them in my life. Can’t wait until we’re reunited again in June!

It’s been over a week since we ran the Paris Marathon and I’m still not sure how or what to write about the race. It’s all a bit of a blur to be honest with you, but it was definitely one of the best but hardest experiences of my life!

Nothing went according to plan for this marathon… From my ankle injury that disrupted my training to the extreme heat that messed up my race strategy – it genuinely felt like my whole journey to run Paris was an uphill battle filled with obstacles.

As you can imagine, running 26.2 miles is hard, but running 26.2 miles in 25 degrees and sunshine is even harder, and the heat was definitely the most difficult part for me to cope with due to my “overheating issues”.

Despite running in every bit of shade I could find, hydrating at every water station, pouring water over my head and arms, trying to keep a slow and steady pace, and having my own cheering duo following me around the course, I remember passing the 10K mark, smiling to myself and thinking “Oh shit Orsi, you are so incredibly fucked!!”

But luckily for me, I had the best race partner who encouraged me to keep on going when I thought that I couldn’t and together we managed to get through it all with a big smile on our faces. It wasn’t pretty at times and it definitely wasn’t fast, but we started and crossed the finish line hand in hand and I couldn’t be prouder of our accomplishment.

It took me 5 hours and 19 minutes to complete the Paris Marathon and even though it was almost one hour slower than my London Marathon time, I remember passing the 37K mark feeling so incredibly proud that despite not being able to walk properly four months earlier, I was now running a marathon and the running wasn’t even the hardest part of it all!

For a person who hates running, feeling and thinking like that was an incredible confidence boost and all I can think about since is: “So when are we running the next one?!”