You just keep on running...

Over the past couple of weeks, I have found that I have some fantastic friends.

I've rediscovered a burning ambition to travel the world and focus on my steadily improving fitness. I've spent a lot of time cooking, running and, most of all, laughing with the most fun and supportive people I know.

It all stems from my boyfriend and me splitting up in the most amicable and happy way possible a few weeks back. Although it was a mutual decision, it was still painful. I had hoped I would spend a lot more time with him (my life, perhaps), since our relationship had been nothing short of blissful.

However, it wasn't to be and although we're still good friends, it hurts a lot.

The worst part of any break-up is when something that has made you so happy has gone; it's easy for other parts of your life to start to look a lot bleaker. You know what I mean - you're trying to get through the day after the break-up and something small happens, such as you dropping a mug, and it's as though the world has come crashing down.

You spend the rest of the afternoon in a heap on the floor, wailing about how the mug represents your shattered life. (I hope that isn't just me?)

I have made a real effort to not let that happen by filling up every single moment of every day with something interesting.

The result is I'm exhausted, but also exhilarated from lots of late nights out with friends, training for a 10km run and doing all the things I've wanted to do but have been too lazy to do while I was in a relationship.

There has been no time to tearily flick through photos of us looking happy or for me to text him at 3am to tell him I miss him. Instead, I am busy having dinner parties, topping up my tan on the beach or puffing and panting my way along The Walk in Jumeirah.

I've also found out who my best friends are. I've been surprised at who the people are who rally behind you and go out of their way to make sure you don't have a moment to wallow in self-pity.

Another positive outcome is that I have had many opportunities come my way — my friend invited me to join a Thai boxing class, another invited me to train for a 10km run (I'm still struggling with 5km, so this should be interesting), a night of Russian karaoke is on the cards (my idea of heaven) and the possibility of a holiday in Fiji. It's hard to feel too sorry for myself.

Despite breaking up with the best man I've ever met, I have gained a tighter group of friends, a fitter body and an excitement for what the future could hold (I thought I had it mapped out).

I have not even lost the man, as he remains a close friend. There have been a couple of times that I have come close to having a Bridget Jones moment - I nearly went out for dinner in my pyjamas because I couldn't be bothered to get dressed - but 95 per cent of the time I'm trying to stay focused on the excitement of What Happens Next...