STAYING up to watch the Olympics meant I had a few late nights last week. On Saturday I didn’t go to bed until 4am (technically Sunday). I haven’t seen 4am since the nineteen nineties. The late Olympic nights are starting to take their toll on my body, but they’re really inspiring my mind.
‘I’m going to the next Olympics,’ I told Chris. We were sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV while munching our way through a family bag of minstrels.
‘Pardon? Chris said.
‘I’m going to the next Olympics.’
‘Hahahahhaha.’ Chris almost fell off the sofa laughing. Thankfully, his reaction did not crush my Olympic dreams.
‘I am,’ I said. ‘I want to do that.’ I pointed to the telly where an Olympic gymnast was spinning round in the air. He landed on the mat then launched himself into the air again, resuming his spinning and somersaulting. ‘Well maybe not gymnastics,’ I said. ‘I’ve never been able to do a forward roll, but I could do something else.’
The BBC coverage switched to rowing. ‘I’m tall,’ I said. ‘I could be a rower.’
‘Have you seen how skinny your shoulders are?’ Chris pointed to my shoulders. ‘Rowers need big arms.’
I wondered which sport required big legs and bony shoulders. Cycling? That was it I’d Continue reading →
IT’S two years since I launched my blog. Well, it’s actually two years and one month. The blogging birthday was in July, but with our holiday and my birthday celebrations, I completely forgot.
When I realised, I was rather chuffed. For two years, I’ve managed to keep my blog going and even attract a few readers along the way. Surely that’s something to celebrate. So I rushed off to the cake parlour, conveniently located down the road, and bought a few buns and cakes to celebrate.
While munching my cakes, I decided to look back at some of my posts from the past 24 months and share a few. There are some I really like and some I wish Continue reading →
I CAN’T believe it’s August already. Where’s the summer going? I’m determined to make the most of the warm weather and light evenings, so much so that I’ve spent most of the week outside. And I’m pleased to say that it’s been a good training week, but there’s still a long way to go.
I ONLY trained four times last week, but I’d like to think they were quality miles. This is what I tell myself to feel better. Anyway, here’s how the training week looked.
Monday: I had an appointment with Jon Grayson from The Physios in Sheffield. After reading about my recent duck-waddling fitness assessment, The Physios contacted me (through a friend) to see if they could help. Given that my confidence has been completely shattered, I was very grateful, although a little anxious about it. Continue reading →