December has been a reflective month for me. A month for me to spell out my exhaustion, to say ‘I don’t know’ as many times as I need to. A lot of turning my back to the world to look within. The mirror here is a river and a coach I met the other day reminded me of how to breathe when swimming. “I see you over there, you choke yourself in the water. When you don’t breathe, you panic. “Also,” he said, “your legs. You need to move from the hip not the ankles. More grace, less panicked running, ...
