On a beautiful Saturday morning with no (purple) rain, nine goodgymers joined up to run and volunteer (Liam) at Princes parkrun and eat breakfast too!

Little did we know that an amazing person (well Prince) running many parkruns listed on his guitar, was running to raise money for prostate cancer even after a heart operation himself!
Needless to say with his ghetto blaster of Prince tunes, it infected our run with princess like ear-worms...

"We never wanted to be just your weekend runner,

We only wanted to be some kind of parkrun friend,

Hey baby, I could never steal you from another breakfast,

It's such a shame our friendship never has to end

Purple run, Purple run, Purple run, I only want to see you underneath the purple runs!"

Hoping without my bad singing in mind, it could inspire you to join us for our friendly monthly Saturday sticker parkrun.

This was not the only inspirational runner in parkrun but our very own Amina ( aka Supergran: She'll do the things that you never saw your granny do, There's nothing that she cannae do!) charging up hills in super speed with her granddaughter in her pram who was singing away with her rattle watching the crowds of runners go by. Definitely enjoying an easier way to complete parkrun , people watching!

Then we joined our chief Symbol giver formally known as Star sticker guardian ( Steph) at Coffee Lodge for a marvellous breakfast accompanied by some new lovely thought provoking words in frames which reminded us of good gym:

"A gift so rare and beautiful, kindness is a principle so unique and powerful who ever does it is truly wonderful"

(aka our Prince of princes park and all you goodgymers)

"You don’t have to see the whole staircase just take the first step"

(aka Amina just going with her pram and anyone inspired to join us)

Definitely drop mic, thats it, thanks for listening!

Liverpool put on a lovely clear night for my last task with Good Gym Liverpool. I met Liam, Aatefa, Sophie and Steph at the suitcases. Steph, who is in the midst of half marathon training, was even mid long run. We cannot wait to hear how the race goes!

We enjoyed a lovely nearly 2km run to Princes park to meet the rest of the group. We were so impressed to see Dike who did not let running back to back marathons put him off joining the regular Monday night task! Well done Dike! 👏

Before we got started, Bekah said a lovely goodbye and I was given some very generous gifts from the team. I may have shed a few tears and had many bittersweet goodbye hugs.

Katy and Liz then gave us the briefing. Our goal was to revitalize a very muddy and slightly overgrown area of path near to the island. Armed with wheelbarrows, shovels and loppers, we headed down to get stuck in to the task, in true Good Gym form. Highlights included debating the difference between a shovel and a spade and seeing a frog! By the end of the hour we had cleared a whole lot of mud from the path and filled this in with overgrowth that others had cleared from nearby.

At the end of the task, some walked and some ran back to the suitcases where after a quick stretch, we headed to the pub. What followed was a lovely time catching up and chatting about how lovely it is to be a part of Good Gym Liverpool!

Thanks again to everyone for being a part of my journey and for the excellent send off!

There’s something great about doing something on a Friday night after work, it extends the weekend and there’s something extra special about running to the Hilbre Islands off West Kirby in the River Dee estuary. Until about 3pm this particular Friday it had been overcast and drizzly but miraculously the sun came out for us for this run (and walk). April is lovely because you’ve shaken off the winter and those dark nights and you get your evenings back. There was a great group of Goodgymmers for this special run. Heetu and Liam drove joined by Steph, Ellie, Priyanka and her friend Aisha, Vikki, Miriam, Jess and her partner Jono. While the runners warmed up on the shore at West Kirby, Miriam and Ellie got a head start walking and made it past the little island before the runners set off. When the walkers reached the middle island, the runners caught up. The sunset was so beautiful. The runners ran all the way out to the old lifeboat post at the end of Hilbre Island. The walkers made it to Hilbre island and had a good nosy at the Nordic style properties, even waving at some residents through the window (probably unwelcome ha ha! Pesky visitors!) We all made our way back to the mainland at our own pace in the gorgeous last rays of the sun. Liam had been prepared and bought a towel for wet feet, others stewed in soggy socks until they could get home and showered. A lovely group run that cleared out the cobwebs and started the weekend right.

The mid April weather being what it is, our latest group run began with a mix of a rain deluge and sunshine at the Suitcases, which rewarded us with some beautiful rainbows before we even started. A nervous Liam stepped up to lead the run for the first time, leading Aatefa, Sallyann, Heetu, Steph, and Laura on a short but sweet run through the Georgian streets toward the Cathedral. It was a great way to warm up before the main event.

By the time we reached the gardens, the sun had come out fully as we were joined by the rest of the group. We were delighted to celebrate two big milestones: Aatefa completing her 10th task and Miriam reaching her 50th! To mark this milestone Bekah brought a box of chocolates for Miriam, which she kindly shared with the group. We’re all looking forward to seeing Miriam in her new black GG T-shirt soon!

After a helpful briefing from the Friends of St. James Gardens, we got straight to work in high spirits. Heetu and Sophie did a great job clearing litter to keep the space tidy, while Aatefa, Sallyann, Jess, Pri, and Ellie planted new flowers near the Parliament Street end. It’s always rewarding to add something lasting to the gardens and the new flowers will be a lovely addition for the gardens.

The rest of the team headed to the old towpaths at the back of the gardens, working together to clear branches and foliage from the walls. Some of the branches put up a fight but the team weren't accepting defeat and managed to clear a large section of the walls. This essential maintenance helps preserve the site's history, and the team made light work of it with plenty of chat and energy.

The time really flew by and before we knew it we were back at the Huskisson memorial in the centre of the gardens to wrap up the task under the shadow of the Cathedral. A special thanks from Liam to the rest of the group for making the task go so smoothly. It was really appreciated!

A huge thank you to everyone for your hard work and for making the session so enjoyable—we look forward to seeing you at the next one!

The clouds parted gently, as if persuaded rather than forced, and the sun found its way through once again. It was one of those rare, balanced days where light and air seem in perfect agreement. Nature was quietly doing what it has always done best: restoring order without asking for attention.

Across different lands and cultures, people marked this moment in their own ways. Easter, ancient and enduring, symbolises rebirth, the passage from darkness into light, the quiet return of life after stillness. Carried through generations, it echoes a familiar rhythm: hope, renewal, and the belief that no darkness is permanent. The egg, simple and unassuming, holds this meaning effortlessly, a fragile shell containing the promise of something new. Yet, while many celebrate renewal, the world continues to wrestle with itself. In too many places, the drums of war still beat, loud and relentless. It’s a strange contradiction: joy and suffering existing side by side, exactly as they always have. It was a bank holiday Monday, a day most people reserve for rest, comfort, and small pleasures. But when a green duty calls, rest becomes negotiable. The warriors of light, stubborn as ever, show up anyway. Not because it’s easy, but because it matters.

This time, the call came from Care4Calais. A warehouse filled with donated clothes waited to be sorted, organised, and prepared for those who need them most. Each item carried a quiet history, a life once lived, a story once known. Now, these clothes are meant for people who have left everything behind, stepping into uncertainty and crossing borders not out of choice, but necessity. They are hoping for safety, for dignity, for a moment to breathe. It’s impossible not to notice the stark contrast. In one part of the world, resources are squandered on conflict and division. In another, people rely on the kindness of strangers for the most basic needs. And still, despite everything, kindness refuses to disappear. People give what they can, passing on what they no longer need, not out of obligation, but from a shared understanding that we are, whether we admit it or not, inextricably connected. There’s something deeply humbling in that thought that the person now searching through these clothes may once have made them in a harsh, unseen workshop, or worn them in a life not so different from ours. The distance between giver and receiver is far smaller than we like to believe.

And so, GoodGym Liverpool answered the call once again.

I arrived at the Suitcases and found Heetu already there, ready as always. We checked the time, waited briefly, and then decided that standing still simply didn’t suit us. With about twenty minutes to spare, we turned waiting into movement. A few uphill and downhill runs between our meeting point and the task woke us up properly. Nearby, two women were sitting, and one of them spontaneously joined us for some stretching, a small, beautiful moment that showed how easily energy spreads when people see it in motion.

Soon after, Bekah arrived, followed by Tsitsi and Eleanor, and a bit later, Sallyann and Amina. The group slowly came together, conversations sparked, and the usual mix of familiarity and new connections formed in a matter of minutes. After a short wait, we headed towards the warehouse as a team.

We arrived to find the space already buzzing with motion with the fabulous Care4Calais volunteers. Simon, a man of quiet simplicity and humility, welcomed us. He briefed us with a calm, steady presence that set the perfect tone for everything that followed. Inside, the warehouse was alive with activity, volunteers, boxes, and piles of clothes filling every available corner.

With limited space, we adapted quickly. Six tables were set up along the entrance hallway, creating just enough room to work. The task was simple in theory: sort the clothes by gender, type, and category. In practice, it became a surprisingly lively exercise in interpretation. Discussions about whether something belonged to men or women, boys or girls, sparked laughter, and debate. Even in a room full of practical people, clothing categories can still cause mild philosophical crises. Still, the work moved forward with focus and rhythm. Hands stayed busy, conversations flowed, and time passed faster than expected. There is a distinct kind of energy that builds in these moments when everyone is aligned with the same purpose. No distractions, no egos—just pure, collective effort.

Before long, the chaotic piles became organised rows, and the chaos turned into structure. Everything was sorted, packed, and ready to be sent to where it was needed most.

We finished the way we usually do: a little physically tired but grounded in that quiet satisfaction that doesn’t need to be announced. It's the kind that comes from knowing your time has been used well. Because in the end, this is what it comes down to. It is the belief that even in a world that often feels divided, there are still people willing to show up for each other. It is the comfort of knowing that if any one of us falls into difficulty, somewhere, someone will reach out a hand and say, “You’re not alone. We’re in this together.”

At GoodGym, we try, in our own small way, to give meaning to our actions. We choose empathy over indifference, striving to add something good, however small, into a complicated world. Happy Spring. Happy Easter. May your days carry light, and may your lives remain green, growing, and full of quiet hope.

In keeping with the theme of last-minute tasks we seem to be experiencing in Liverpool this April, I spotted this mission to get some groceries for Ms K around 10am this morning and signed up for the 2pm slot for this afternoon. Due to Mission Controls super speedy responses, they were able to confirm with Ms K and then confirm with me, leaving me plenty of time to arrange my day and head over in the afternoon.

I arrived at Ms K's to check the list and confirm a few details. It's always tricky shopping for someone else - we all have our own preferences and "if they don't have this, get that" - but Ms K was easy to chat to about the different options, and I annotated the list as we discussed. She told me she'd originally wanted 2 x 2 litre cartons of milk, but had very considerately not wanted me to be laden down, so had just put 1 on the list. Fortunately I'd brought my rucksack to help me carry things (and I'm a Goodgymmer so a bit of a workout is part of the job) so I was able to exceed Ms K's expectations and get her the full 4 litres, ensuring she was suitably stocked up.

Ms K generally likes to do her shopping herself but is struggling with mobility after an injury, and she was very grateful for the help. Due to her clear instructions I was relieved to find the specified store had everything she was hoping for, and I delivered a fully checked off list along with the 3 bags of shopping.

Ms K was so pleased with the help and thanked me numerous times. It was an hour or so out of my day but had a big impact, demonstrating Ms K wasn't alone and there is support to get her through her injury until she's back up on her feet.

It was lovely to meet Ms K and I wish her well and a speedy recovery.