The weeks of being surrounded by roads masquerading as rivers or ski-runs have blown away my training schedule for the Llanelli half in March. We left the nearest gym when they doubled the membership fee, but let the equipment fall apart. It’s not much fun jockeying for the last working running machine only, should you manage to set foot on it, to be circled by folks tutting and sighing if you dare to use it for more than five minutes. Mind you, since we can’t get out the road it wouldn’t really matter if we had a fully-equipped free gym with a bank of running machines, I still wouldn’t be able to use them.
In the meantime I’ve taken up skipping; I bought the rope some time ago in Lidl, fondly remembering how much I liked skipping when I was a little girl. Desperate to get some exercise, I dragged it out again. After two minutes I was totally knackered and my calf muscles felt as if they’ve been cut in half! Sheesh! I’m now up to a very hard won fifteen minutes, but I shall be quite relieved when the thaw comes and I can start running again.
‘You do know hotels in New York are full of bedbugs,’ says Ma. I refrain from reminding Ma that her eldest grandchild picked up ringworm during a school trip to a field centre in deepest, darkest Surrey. In any case, Lily, who did Camp America, managed to travel extensively in the States without bringing any little friends home with her so I can’t say I'm particularly alarmed. Ma tries a different tack, ‘Which airline are you flying with?’ I tell her it’s the same airline the underpants bomber used. There is a slight pause then Ma declares, ‘Well, that’s what you get if you go on these cheap package tours.’
And finally...
I was very sad to read, this morning, that Jessica Wales, who received an eleventh hour transplant of new lungs just after Christmas, died yesterday. I never met Jess, but the reason I feel so sad is that I know, through meeting Gorgeous Girlf and her sister, Emily how differently the outcome could have been if Jess had received her transplant a bit sooner, before she became quite so ill. My sincere condolences go to Jessica’s family.
For anyone who would like to find out more about the NHS Organ Donor Register, you can read the facts here.
Painting is 'Autumn Horizon' by Tom Tomos
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I'm not running either, needless to say. I'm doing wading through deep snow in wellies today! I can't see you or the hills today - they're doing the 'first there is a mountain, there is no mountain, then there is' thing again.
Bring on spring!
Well, I would have thought that the airline used by the underpants bomber would probably be the world's safest airline at this time, cheap package tour or no - your mum really is priceless! Perhaps we can get together and send both our mums off together on a cheap package tour somewhere one of these days. I'm sure they'd get on like a pair of underpants on fire (or perhaps that's a poor choice of analogy...)
So sorry to hear about Jess, especially after all she and her family must have gone through recently. Very sad news.
Also we travelled 'United Airlines'the airline in question, I believe and lived to tell the tale.
I also have a skipping rope - yet to be fully used. I keep taking it to France and bringing it back still in it's bag. I can't find enough space here in the house to use it. But one day . . .
I'm sorry, Chris, but it was me who TWICE had to delete my comment because I was using a different Google Account.
I'm very impressed at your determination to stay in shape - but not enough, I guess, to get my own skipping rope and follow your example.
I too was saddened to hear about Jessica, so hard for her family.
Mags, seconded! Can't wait to get out there.
LBD, yes, I fear that there might indeed be some sort of spontaneous combustion if our mothers met, not at least around our ear regions!
Rosie, I'm so pleased you told me who the mystery deleter was. Now go and do a few skips, you'll love it and it will shake off any secret bed bugs that might have hitched a lift back from NYC (!).
Oh good, Pondside, the mums will have quite a party. Let's hope they have enough to talk about (!!).
Pip, believe me I admire your energy; I'd rather skip than knit so couldn't do half the things you manage!
Bradan, the secret is to plug your headphones in and just go for it! Knackering but strangely addictive.
I'm impressed by your 15 minutes of skipping Chris - you are one fit lady!
You must be looking forward to your New York trip, despite your mum's priceless logic!
Jeanne x
I've not been visiting much owing to preoccupation with family affairs, but I am officially back at it again, so I look forward to catching up with you. I wish you a belated happy new year. One of the nicest things about last year was finding your blog.
Well done with the skipping rope, I'm sure I'd probably ended up tying myself in knots somehow.
We stayed at the Waldorf Astoria. My mother-in-law said it was dated and didn't like it at all, but I loved it and the rest of the family did too. No bedbugs either.
I'm itching well now - thanks Chris.
So sorry about Jessica.
I'm itching well now - thanks Chris.
So sorry about Jessica.
I have been reading you for long enough to know that your mother is marvellous so she is allowed the odd attack of awkward.
I am very sorry to hear about Jessica.
Terribly sad re Jessica.
Very sorry to hear about Jess - I followed her story on Facebook. What a trouper.
The underpants bomber (or his masters) evidently didn't have much imagination. (Well you can't really be imagining much I suspect if you are about the blow yourself up). But just think of the havoc you could wreck if you imported a caseload of bedbugs and distributed them around the hotels of New York. The legal suits that would surely follow would make people's eyes water!
Gaelikaa, my condolences to you and your family on your sad loss. We've had a hectic time here, although in a much happier way, so I've been very pushed for time. It's good to see you back. I hope you get some time for yourself now.
Debs, very pleased to hear more reports of a bedbug free zone! Glad you enjoyed your trip, I'm really looking forwards to mine.
SBS, well if you go on that trip make sure you take plenty of booze. I can recommend it as a way of blurring the edges a bit when mothers are about. (I am I allowed to say that in cyberspace or will the alcohol/mummy police come knocking on my door?). Hope you've had a good scratch now!
Elizabeth, ah go on, try it! It's fun! Well, yes, you're right about Ma... she can be a bit testing when she puts her Naughty Head on, but then so can I.
CC, hope all is well with you now. The hamstring bit does get better ... why I keep doing it I don't know, though!
Mountainear, yes that's right. I loved all those old skipping rhymes... unfortunately I'm too out of breath to sing and skip now!
Fennie, I did laugh at your suggestion but since I cannot throw anything to save my life I could probably end up strangling myself. I'm not going to make any comment at all about importing bedbugs... I would like to get into the country you know!!
So looking forward to your visit!
The skipping sounds great ... you are so fit that it's surprising that switching to skipping would reveal some muscles that had been resting.
xo
Helen
Straight From Hel
Cait, you've got lots going on up there - enough to keep you busy!
Helen, I managed a six mile run this week and felt strong... fingers crossed!