What is your healer?

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I cannot believe that a year ago, I decided I was upping sticks and going travelling. It was something I always said I wanted to do, and would do, but the time never came for me. Although I was only 22 when I planned it (23 when I went), I kind of felt like my time was running out. You see, this time last year, I was kind of at a low point, I had ended a long term relationship, and I had badly injured myself from running, which meant no running.

Oh to run. We should be so thankful for the movement we can get out of our bodies, the fact we can move makes us so lucky. Running is my pill, my healer. It has helped me through some tough times over the last 3 years. I only wish I had found it sooner in life when times were tough when I was a youngster. 

I have had a lot of people come to me lately, feeling very low, not just the fact of what has happened to them due to Covid-19, but other life things too. What I have said to them all what is your pill? 'What do you mean, Meg?' What I mean is, running, exercise and baking is what I call my pill. My healer, if you will. They all help me get through the tough times a little easier. Make that foggy head a little clearer. Help to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

This time last year, I had just booked my 3 week Top Deck tour around New Zealand, arranged to stay with some friends in Australia, and told my manager I was leaving. The time couldn't come fast enough. All of my friends and family understood why I was going, all my colleagues were so excited for me, so I was all set. 


I am so thankful to all friends and family who had to put up with me while I was down under. The support of them and my friends and family was just amazing. I was on top of the world. 

As much as I am thankful to all of the wonderful people who helped make my travels possible, I am also thankful to my running for this. My healer dealer. My pill. It was one day that I was on one of my runs (before injury), where I was gearing up to end it with my then boyfriend and I felt free at the thought of it. That run, was the run where I said to myself; 'I am going to go to Australia and New Zealand for a while to see the sights'. 


Now, typically, a year in I have hurt myself running with the EXACT SAME INJURY, so I am not running. But I am exercising and I am baking. Those three pills I take weekly; running, cardio/ strength workouts and baking have got me through Covid-19. 

Now it is my time to ask you all, as I have asked many of my loved ones lately, what is your healer? If you know what it is, great. If you are yet to find it, you are in for a great journey, a great fixer. 

As always in this weird time I am sending you my love, please reach out and let me know your healers! I'd love to know. Meg x




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