Parties and Pure Class

So before what’s gone on today, lets go back to last night – family party (silver wedding) you can’t beat them!! Hours of endless fun trying to remember who belongs to who, who’s still married and who’s, well……not! Also a  first for us – saying grace before eating the buffet- thankfully we arrived as the last amen was said, (part’s of our family are from the religion that comes knocking on your door on a Saturday morning – and I don’t mean Hare Krishna!) Still nice buffet – shame about the DJ. Yep, DJ was from another planet – the ‘I’m a knob planet’. If his choice of music was awful, his singing was even worse, but he thought he was Take That……………..

Still it was a good night, downside was the dodgy wine giving me a dodgy stomach and wearing high heels giving me a dive round the bedroom bout of leg cramps (see earlier posts) Can leg cramp give you bruises – cos I’ve got some corkers!!!!

So to today – and another historic day for Crigglestone All Blacks U12’s. Another piece of silverware on the shelf  – The Wakefield Cup. They didn’t just beat today’s opposition they blew them out of the water – 62 unanswered points -Pure Class. Although according to the opposition coach (fondly known to us as ‘that fat, ginger tosser’) the ref gave us the game. Mmmmm, maybe not!!  So a celebration after and a meal out meant no time for a run – just got the 1500 pics I took to sort through and then I can chill………………….

 

no running

more silverware on the shelf

Bring it On

In Desperate Need of the Cramp Cure Man……………….

So it’s fair to say when I woke this morning I was absolutely shattered – the reason – Leg cramp. Not a big problem you may think, but I don’t do leg cramps. Think mass panic and hysteria, thats what cramp means to me, I have a real phobia, I can’t stand that feeling that I have no control. So at silly o clock this morning I found myself diving out a bed and facing my fears, crashing about the bedroom in the hope hubby would wake up and help – he didn’t. So I continued diving about,trying to push my leg down to the floor. Then the sweats came and the wretching…….I really don’t do cramp!!!  Anyone who saw me at the end of the London Marathon will know just how bad I carry on when I get cramp, thankfully that day a Knight in Shining Armour (well a guy in running gear and a medal) came to my rescue. I’d finished the race got my medal,stretched (a little) and waited for my mate to finish, she finished, much hugging, finishers photos, bag collect then we were done. Time to head to Horse Guards Parade to meet our families – then it happened. “Gill, I’ll have to sit down a minute -I don’t feel well” I said. Then arrrghhhhh,cramp in my leg, I screamed, Gill laughed, then there he was bounding through the crowds ‘Cramp Cure Man’ . Before I’d time to object he’d flung me to the ground raised my leg and was pushing down hard. I screamed as though I was about to give birth (not that I’d know as I had a C section, and no I’m not too ‘posh to push’, I would have loved to have pushed ……Maybe!)  Anyhow, there I lay as people strode over me,drove prams round me and Cramp Cure Man’ worked his magic, Lord knows what people thought but I really didn’t care I was in agony. Eventually, pain gone, my shining Knight gave me a hug and disappeared into the much amused crowd!!! Sounds funny now, I felt a right daft sod at the time. If you’re out there ‘Cramp Cure Man’ a big thank-you.

So back to this morning and with no one coming to my rescue I had to sort myself out, then I couldn’t sleep properly as I could still feel where the cramp had been and to be honest I’ve felt it ever since. I don’t know how I survived football this afternoon, never mind a 7 mile run tonight. But I did, time for a day off I think.

7 miles in 01:05:30

Cramp free sleep

Bring it on