How early is too early?

My first memory of being early for something goes way back to when I was about 6 for a friends birthday, it still haunts me. I was dressed to party, which in the early 80’s meant I had my hair done differently, Gran and I walked about a mile to my friends house. The sun…

Thriving or surviving

My feet are soaking wet, like squelchy wet and as I sit in the workshop listening to the brief on thriving and surviving I’m wondering which one I’m doing. I’m sat in Loughborough university at a UK coaching seminar, our last national level event before the programme ends. The lecturer is talking and whilst I…