What I Know About Running

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You will think all those poncey runners spending hundreds of pounds on trainers are ridiculous. You will spend as little as possible. You will regret this when a mere month later you've done in your ankles and can't run at all.

5k will initially seem like an insurmountable distance. You will surpass this quickly, and amaze yourself.

Running is more addictive than chocolate and cigarettes and any other vice you might be harbouring.

Every run will not be faster than the last, even though you want it to be. Sometimes your body's tired, sometimes your mind's tired. Sometimes you just suck. It doesn't matter, you're still running. Tune out the Nike lady telling you how slowly you're going every mile and just enjoy it.

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I cannot run with other people.

You may start to eschew Zara and Topshop in favour of Nike and brightly coloured sports bras.

When you get injured, and you can't run, you'll sink into a kind of running related funk. Non-runners will think you ridiculous. Other runners will get it completely.

Forrest Gump moments do happen. Embrace them, but not too much. Beware the overtraining injury.

You will get injured. Often.

When you overtake a fellow runner in the park you'll feel a wicked sense of joy. However, when you're not running, you'll feel a weird sense of solidarity with whoever runs past you, and silently cheer them on in your head.

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When your old shoes are knackered and it's time for a new pair, it's bizarrely unsettling. You have to say goodbye to your trusty companions that kept you company for all those miles, and even if sometimes they gave you blisters, and you suspect they were partially responsible for that injury, you'll keep them around for as long as possible. What if the new pair aren't as comfy? What if they rub and give you a whole new set of blisters? What if they bring back the shin splints? I kept my old shoes hanging around unused in my room for about a fortnight. Just in case.

That said, taking your shiny new trainers on their virgin voyage makes you almost giddy with excitement.

People might start to worry that you're addicted. You are.

You'll have a perfect run in your head. That distance, that time. You'll get there one day.

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Sometimes, going for a run will be the only time in the day that you have the headspace to think. Sometimes, it'll be the only time in the day where you can properly switch off and not think.

It is therapeutic. But sometimes it's a battle. When you're a mile from home and you feel like your body is broken and your mind is incoherent and fragmented in its exhaustion, it will take all your mettle to get you to your door. You might cry. But when you get home and you get into the shower you will feel like you're floating. And not just because you can't feel your legs anymore.

Running in the rain. Bliss.

On the odd occasions when you have a really good run, and you smash that PB, you'll be elated for the entire day, and you'll feel like you can do anything.

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And that's why I run.


Nosh Detox 3 Day Juice Cleanse

The other week I did a three day juice cleanse.

Yes, after spending an entire blog post bemoaning their expense, declaring it would be so, so easy to DIY and then ending my first day of my DIY Juice Cleanse with a KFC, I finally bit the bullet and did a real juice cleanse. Although, only because there was a deal going on. I still think they're ridiculously over-priced.

So, for less than half price, I took the plunge and ordered a Nosh Detox three day juice cleanse.

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A few days later, a huge box full of cute little bottles, scary sounding sachets and my instructions for the cleanse arrived. And it took up almost an entire shelf of my fridge.

I'll admit I was a little terrified about starting the cleanse. All this talk about 'colon cleanses,' allowing my body to 'eliminate what it needs to,' and the emotions I was to expect had me mentally preparing for something of the magnitude of a Saharan trek, an ultra-marathon or an evening spent with that girl from the Selfie song and her cohorts. 

But my fears were unfounded. It was so much easier than I expected.

Day 1.
Although by the evening I had turned into one hangry bitch, I spent the majority of the day feeling ridiculously full. I felt like I was constantly drinking something, mostly because I took my time with each juice, sipping them slowly because I expected I'd feel starving. This meant that each juice lasted what felt like forever, and although they're all nice tasting, they're not so nice that you want to be savouring them. I think this was the hardest day for me. My stomach felt a bit weird and I was so grumpy I took myself away to bed for about 9pm. One thing I did struggle with was not being able to have coffee. I hadn't realised I loved coffee so much until I couldn't have it. Countdown to the day after the cleanse and a return to Starbucks begins.

Day 2.
Decide to drink each juice as quickly as possible to avoid full-sluggish-weird feeling from day one. This works much better for me. I even start to feel a little self righteous in the office, watching everyone eat their lunches. The chap sitting next to me whips out a haggis roll and whilst I'd normally love a haggis roll, the smell and thought of it make me nauseous today. Kind of dreading my superfood sachet and getting sick of the lumpy colon cleanses (especially as they don't seem to work at all... ) as they're by far the worse part of the cleanse. They're pretty minor though - one cleanse sachet in the morning and one in the evening, and a superfood sachet at lunchtime, the rest is pretty tasty juices! Feel full and satisfied in the evening, and much less of a hangry bitch. It feels quite liberating not having to interrupt the flow of your evening with the chore of cooking and eating, so I have a salt bath, read some of my book and generally feel quite productive. Energy levels also freakishly high considering the amount of calories consumed.

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Gross spinachy tasting superfood sachet on the left, gross lumpy colon cleanse on the right.

Day 3.
Nosh have been emailing me throughout my cleanse, which has been lovely. In fact when I tweeted that I was scared to start my cleanse they replied to me saying not to worry, as they were always there for me and that I was to give them a call any time. 1 million customer service points to Nosh - I felt super supported the entire time, even if I didn't actually take up any of their offers of help. Anyway, on their day three email they tell me "Whatever you are going through, do not worry - it will pass." So I step off into day three feeling a little bit anxious about what's to come. I needn't have worried. Day three may have even been my easiest day, perhaps because I was so excited about the prospect of returning to solid foods the next day. Like the other days, I don't feel particularly hungry or like I'm lacking in something. However, looking into my fridge and seeing my last ever juice is a very nice feeling. I go to bed feeling full and satisfied, although I do dream about coffee and practically bound out of bed the next day and run for my Grande Skinny Caramel Macchiato with an Extra Shot please.

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So what did I think of the juice cleanse? Well, it was good. I quite enjoyed it. Most of all, I enjoyed a return to faith in my own willpower and my abilities to follow through with something that can be quite challenging. I enjoyed the freedom I found in not having to eat and the huge amount of time that leaves for you to use for other productive purposes. And of course I enjoyed the 6lbs I lost. In three days! That's 2lbs a day! Bikini body I can feel you coming closer!

There was however one major thing that I didn't enjoy. And I'm sorry in advance, because this is going to be way, way, way TMI for the usual standards of this blog.

Friends I'd spoken to before doing the juice cleanse had all pretty much said the same thing: "You are going to spend the entire three days on the toilet." I had expected as much too, especially with taking two 'colon cleanses' a day. But nope. Nada. Nothing. Zilch. So much so that by the third day I was feeling particularly uncomfortable and pretty damn peeved. Not feelings I had wanted especially having paid quite a bit of money to feel this way. (Because even half off I paid a pretty penny). But then Day 4 or Day 1 of normality rolled around, and, well... oh dear. I almost had to cancel my Friday night because of the amount of time I was spending in the loo. Awkward. I think even now, almost a fortnight later, my digestive system has yet to return to normal, which is pretty annoying.

But that's my only issue with this cleanse. Otherwise, it was surprisingly easy to do, satisfying, tasty and effective, and I felt incredibly supported by the lovely Nosh team the whole way through. If you don't have a sensitive or unpredictable stomach, I would definitely recommend it! I don't think I'll be doing another one though.

Well, maybe not for a while.


Kate Moss, it's your fault I'm hungover.

SHOWstudio: Subjective - Kate Moss interviewed by Nick Knight about Corinne Day from SHOWstudio on Vimeo.

Fashion photographer genius Nick Knight of SHOWstudio.com has just launched a mesmerising new series of videos called "Subjective." The series is about fashion photography from the perspective of models. First up is fashion's eternal favourite, Kate Moss. Yes, famously silent supermodel, Ms Kate "never complain, never explain" Moss sits down in front of a camera for ten whole minutes and talks. It's a rare occurrence, especially to see her so relaxed, curled up in a chair, glass of wine in hand and chatting freely. She does keep an air of mystery though: her fabulous sunglasses stay on throughout.

She talks about the career-launching The Face cover of 1990 that she says "seems a hundred years ago." You know the one; she's on the beach, wearing a headdress and laughing, her nose all scrunched up. It's adorable and Moss says it reminds her of how her daughter smiles now. She remembers being a teenager and going into London in her school uniform after school, but that after that shoot school soon got neglected in favour of hanging out in Soho with Corinne Day and "discovering London." Oh, to be a 16 year old Kate Moss.

My favourite part is when they talk about her treatment in the press, and how she was blamed for the heroin chic and waif look of the 90s. She agrees she's a "fabulous scapegoat" and says that even her friends do it to her. They'll blame her the morning after a heavy night, saying "it's Kate's fault I'm hungover." Maybe it's not all her fault, but I can't imagine partying with Kate Moss would be anything if not wild.

I love this film, I can't stop watching it. It feels like you've been watching a private conversation between friends and it's hypnotic. It really makes you think about how amazing and enduring Kate Moss's career has been so far. Models are supposed to lose their appeal as they age, but with her latest Topshop collection selling out fast and her face still plastered all over magazines and beauty counters and billboards, it's clear Kate Moss is going absolutely nowhere. She really is the ultimate icon.

And can I please look that fabulous when I'm 40? Or, let's be honest, can I look that fabulous now?


Style Rut

I am in a style rut.

Lately, I've found myself bemoaning the entirety of my wardrobe contents, wearing outfits I don't particularly like and generally feeling frumpy, dumpy and lumpy. It doesn't help that I have a very unfashion figure. My body type is that of an unfortunate Kardashian crossed with a sausage dog (read: short legs, long flat torso, big arse), which makes actually finding things that fit me a real pain-in-the-ass, time-consuming, frustrating bore. If it fits in one place, it'll gape in another or be achingly snug somewhere else.

We don't even talk about trousers here. Too traumatic.

But I don't do ruts. I am categorically refusing to hang around in this one for too long. In fact, I'm not really sure how this one happened. I used to obsess over all things fashion; my walls were covered in editorials, I'd have sketches of dream outfits and wish lists as long as my arms. I used to even post almost exclusively outfit posts. (I have since archived them all. But those curious can have a peek/giggle at this blast from the past.) I loved getting dressed. I endured day-time high heels, clothes that restricted my movements, bemused looks from my mother and obnoxious jewellery that almost made me crash my car. I'm not saying I dressed well. Some outfits were horrific. But, at least I was trying things. To think that I would be describing myself as 'frumpy' and in a 'style rut' but three years on, would never have crossed my mind.

But grown up life has hit me. The free time I do have is spent exercising, socialising or vegetating in an exhausted heap, and the majority of my disposable income heads towards student overdraft debt, a paltry savings account or - gasp - a pension pot. At the moment, I have neither the time nor the money to luxuriate in fashion.

What a snore. Don't worry, I'm boring myself too. I need a fashion quick fix, and I think I've got a plan.

I've always considered the concept of a 'fashion uniform' as a cop-out for the creatively lazy. But I am changing my mind. It's a savvy shortcut to style for the stressed and the time-pressed and I want a piece of that pie.

But where to start? I need something that fits with my current wardrobe (but with a few clever updates, obviously - I mean, I'm not giving up shopping), is easy to execute when you wake up hungover needing to look good fast but have zero brain function to conjure up an outfit, works with my Kardashian Sausage body, is equal parts laid back and fashion forward, and is scruffy in all the right places and polished in all the others.

I need some inspiration.

Hello, Pinterest style board.

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Hmm. I think I've found the answer. 

Hats and leopard print shoes.

Oh, and lashings of leather.