TRUE-LIFE
I'm hooked on competitions
After putting my 3-month-old son Garrett down for his nap, I glanced at the clock, then at my trainers by the front door.
I could squeeze in a run now, I thought.
It was 1985 and, at 33, I was a keen runner.
Even did a 10k while five months pregnant.
Leaving my husband to watch our son, I dashed out.
Only, two miles in…
‘Ouch!’ I yelped, as an excruciating pain flashed across my lower back.
It stopped me in my tracks, and I had to hobble home.
I was petite, at 5ft 2in, but I'd always been fit and healthy.
Although I'd had niggling
