Fanny Takes On Fitness February!

Today, 28th January 2019, is the seventh anniversary of my mother’s passing and the twentieth anniversary of my grandmothers. Cancer has taken from me, the only two grandparents that I ever really knew and the only parent that I ever really had, my mother. I always tell people that in the absence of my father, I was raised by ‘the ‘family’ and I am incredibly proud of this. My grandfather passed when I was only nine but I remember him so well....the chocolate bars that he brought home with him after work, the trips to the seaside and the way he hugged me on his lap, after I fell top to bottom down the stairs, with my Penny Puppy Walker, one Christmas, as he proclaimed, with certain expletives.....who bought her that.....!!! Somewhere down the line, I affectionately and not disrespectfully, began to call my grandmother Amy and she had her own nickname for me! The last time that I heard her call me this, I was walking toward her bed in the hospice, as she beamed and proclaimed it, at the top of her voice....I recall that it was a fully occupied six bed ward at that time.....I cherish the memory and always laugh when I think of it..... When I was younger, my mother would refer to me as Fanny Fanackapan.....a name that many of you also now refer to me affectionately as, please don’t stop, I love it! I had planned to take on my first chipped 10K race during this month but six weeks of influenza and a bacterial lung infection and doctors orders, have sadly put pay to my training and my goal therefore....just for now! I promise however to get out there and do my absolute best, every single day of this challenge!