Friday, 12 October 2012
And so the battle of the bulge is back on
With fairy costumes looming next May I have stupidly signed up for a 10k run at Althorp, Northants in February (the time of year when there is usually about 3ft of snow) If you go to the link dont be impressed by the duathlon biking and stuff, i'm not cycling anywhere
I have also gone back timidly to the gym
Having spent the last few weeks learning how to breath without collapsing I am now upping the pace a bit
I have gone mad at Aldi and splurged on a running jacket, jogging bottoms and socks. So now I can join the rest of the black and lime green joggers all over coventry in the cold months
Being a newbie at the gym, I am usually attacked by all the ugly personal trainers as being an easy target. Spot the overweight middle aged woman in the new training shoes and it's easy money. So pre empting this tonight I thought I would go and check out what the fuss was about these personal trainers. But on my conditions
Gazing round the gym I locked onto a rather tasty young dark haired trainer. Then I moved in for the kill. He was actually with a customer so after a quick conversation and he said he would be over in 5 minutes if I wanted to start my warm up.
Over to the treadmill and I started my 'warm up'. Which actually is my whole routine. 30 mins jogging, a few fairy weights and a couple of sit ups using the bendy sit up thing
He left me for about 10 mins (not good as obviously beetroot red now) and I was rudely distrurbed in the chorus of 'dont marry her f*%k meeeeeeee!' (a beautiful south song on my ipod)
Pretending that I could actually breathe and talk at the same time, he asked me what I wanted to achieve blah blah blah and I managed to hold a stilted conversation . So gave him the overall idea, said I wasn't sure of a few machines, in particular the stomach cruncher one which just strained my arms and never seemed to affect my stomach
He has signed me up for a free taster session on Tuesday evening at 7:30pm, and I could book from 30 mins or up to 10 x 1hr sessions (unlikely they are bloody expensive) if I wanted to afterwards
He left the gym so I could now go back to grunting and gasping loudly for the next 20 mins
Did a few of the weight machines then headed for the stomach cruncher. Again had no idea and just sort of rolled back and forth on it like someone in foetal position in a mental insitution
Horrified to look up and see he is looming in front of me.
'You have far too much weight on it'
'..and you are holding the straps too far down..'
'I did say it hurt my arms'
'....and you need to go 5 times as slow and roll it right back...'
'Yes yes well I did say I hadn't got a clue on this machine' (he is fekkin annoying me already)
'Now try it'
'I can't feel anything'
'Do it slower'
'Still cant feel anything really'
'OK put the weight back on then'
'Yes can feel it now' (mwwaahhhhaaaahhhaaa round 1 to me I think)
So he gives me the card with the appointment on....roll on Tuesday....
Friday, 5 October 2012
Started the day with a short drive to Low Hauxley and Druridge beach to walk the mutts. Another gorgeous morning (haven't a clue why the weather has been sunny all week, forecast before we came away was heavy rain and general crud all week as usual)
At one point it looked like we were going to be invaded by a fleet of Spaniards....
Homers legs appear to be ok this morning...
Did a google for Low Hauxley to add a link but found this one about a woman and a poisonous Weever fish, which was much more interesting than the pretty scenic write ups....Will avoid any fish who start setting up a loom and getting the wool out...
Drove a bit further as I saw a sign for a farmshop - stopped and stocked up on some yummy chocolate brownie cake (low cal and the same nutritional calorific content as a ryvita obviously)
Back to the cottage, dragged Steve out of bed, and piled in the car and a drive back up Etal. The dogs got another treat in a different form of transport. Arrived at Heatherslaw Mill a bit early (well 2:30pm) so although we were pushing it visiting the mill, we opted to go in the cafe instead and eat the scones and cake made from the lovely flour, rather than watch the process itself. We were served by a nice lady with one arm, so it took twice as long for us to get all our snacks (she reminded me of the Irish washer up in Robins Nest)
Sauntered over to the station and waited for Thomas the Tank Engine.....
All piled on and Homer has his happy head on again when he realises there is no walking involved. Barley debates whether to shake and tremble the entire journey, but decides against it once she realises we have bought cake with us
The entire round trip for the train is 6.4km and at a speed of walking backwards we arrived at Etal in about 30 mins. As this was the last train we didn't get chance to explore yet another ruin (its all bloody fortresses and castles up here, these Scots dont like the English much)
Back to the station. It was very nice of the train driver to come over and give them both a pat on the head. Can't help thinking looking at this pic though that we look like some weird deprived family who were unable to have kids and took our dogs out to Butlins yearly
The next place on the agenda isn't widely advertised as a tourist attraction so we had to find a small semi detached house in the middle of nowhere. We were looking for the 'Concrete Menagerie' - a garden full of concrete animals. They were constructed by a father for his son, who on finding out he was born disabled and would be unable to see many things, brought as much of the world as he could to him. It was all a bit strange really, but this sort of thing amuses me...
He reminded me of Steve when he's wearing his glasses
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Stopped off on the way home for a meal at the Wellwood in Amble – was v nice, would recommend the moules marniere......So the diet is going steadily down the pan...
Only 2 days left and no plans for these really...
Also now have the ritual of blocking Homer out of the cupboard after he discovered there is a football sitting in there, which he keeps swiping every time he gets the opportunity (unless it's a cunning plan and he is really after the gin)
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