The wonderfully talented and gorgeous – inside and out – Becky wrote a fab little piece here. Thanks, sweetie xxx
I first met Anna Stephens around four years ago, at work.
We first bonded over the gym. I say bonded. She went a lot and began dragging my sorry ass along with her. She would support me, push me to do more and believe in myself. In the gym, and outside of it. If I was grouchy at work, she’d bring me a cup of tea, tell me a funny story or send me a picture of Jon Snow.
I would never have stepped in to a squat rack if it weren’t for Anna. I’d have never started writing my blog (I’m sorry that I’m still so lax at keeping it up-to-date, Anna). I’d also probably have drunk a lot less gin, but that’s another issue.
What does this have to do with the book? Not much, in truth. It has to do with the author.I opened my copy of
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