Captain Underpants in the Car Park at Crigg…..

They’re back – the dreaded ‘Wendy-Ball’ P.E Sessions, my favourite game in the whole wide world (not) – honestly I prefer my ‘rolling round like a tit’ being a fish under the sea dance – sort of! Still at least the Wendy-ball is made much more fun by the guy who teaches it – Dennis. The most politically incorrect guy your ever likely to meet – well apart from one other person I know who I’ll mention later. Anyway Dennis has the ‘magic touch’ with the kids. They love been called ‘plant pot’, ‘duck egg’ and ‘cloth ears’ and when he yells ‘tha’s art’ (yorkshire for you are out of the game!) no one crys!  Best laugh today has to be when he asked a certain curly-haired kid if he’d been to bed in his rollers – I kept my face straight – just!!

So with ‘wendy-ball’ work over and the Asda big shop out-of-the-way, it was time to drop Jack at rugby training and go for a run. Now Jack’s rugby coach is another ‘say as you see’ type of bloke – his very first training session he called one kid ginner and gasps could be heard -kids nowadays have no idea. I’ve got to say Jack has learned fast – his favorite word is now ‘chuffing’, he moans when his hormonally challenged team-mate has the ‘tit on’ he loves ‘laiking art’ and gets well ratty if someone fannies about and they ‘av to run abart’ – they’re the printable ones. So when Jacks rugby coach decided to drop his keks(trousers) in the middle of the carpark to change out of his work stuff.  none of us ‘took on’ when he stood there in his undercrackers. Mind you, when he plastered our front room he did the same thing every morning – god only knows what the neighbours thought!!

So no P.E tomorrow due to an inspire morning (don’t ask) looks like I’ll have to wait until next week to do my ‘Ariel Dance’ I’ve practised all week for nowt – pft!!

Wendy ball out of the way – 7.7 mile run done

Short sprint in the morning

Bring it on

Just for a Change ……….The Olympics!!!

So what a few days it has been and I can honestly say I’ve loved every minute of it. I know that there have been those who have questioned the whole Olympic thing but you only need to go to London and soak up all that’s going on( people are even talking to one another on the tube – unheard of usually) to know it’s gone better than anyone imagined and I’m sure the Paralympics will be just as succesful. Will it inspire a generation – only time will tell, my only hope is that all the facilities that have been built will be put to good use  and not left empty like in other countries. Hopefully the government has now had the kick up the arse it needs and real P.E will be heading back to schools anytime soon – but I won’t go on about P.E it’s a real bug bare of mine – I’ll save it for another blog.

It’s fair to say I’ve watched sports that I’ve never really seen before and I’ve got to say the Female Wendy-ball (football) that I watched at Old Trafford was actually quite good. Don’t get me wrong some of the kicking and heading was a bit, well…..well it was shit. But boy did they lay into one another and I don’t mean’ handbags at ten paces kinda stuff’ they really had a go and there was none of this diving like submarine type stuff that their male counterparts do – well maybe a little bit. Only downside of the whole night was that we opted to cheer for Canada and the flaming Americans won – the ref made sure they did. Cheating in the Olympics – surely not!!  Still it was a brilliant night and from a rugby league girl that truly is a compliment.

Yesterday, after trying every possible option to get in the Olympic Park, we failed. Jack and I headed to Hyde Park to watch some of the day’s action on the big screens – another fab day- the atmosphere was electric. It’s hard to describe really, but everyone laughs and jokes with one another, all talking about how good the Brits are and asking why us in Yorkshire are doing so well – I didn’t gloat – honest!! One of the best bits had to be watching Nicola Adams (another Yorkshire Lass) batter her opponent to get to the finals. Female Boxing – whatever next. Not what I was expecting – they really go for it. Jack was some what bemused – think he was expecting girlie slapping and handbags – but he wore his union Jack Flag ( wore it – it buried him!) with pride and cheered just as loudly a everyone else. Despite his disappointment at failing to get in the Olympic park ( at least he did get to go in when I did my Olympic Park Run – but I think he wanted to see it finished!) he loved the day out and hopefully when he’s older he will be able to look back and say  he was part of it.

Only three days left now – then what will we do? The hunt for Paralympic tickets is on!!

Olympic exhaustion today

Feeling livelier tomorrow

Bring it On

Catch up time………..Well some of it!

finally a bit of a chance for a catch up but only a short one – I need to catch up with my beauty sleep before Jack and I head to London to enjoy the Olympics.

So let’s go back to Saturday night- what  a night that was- Team GB rocked and the whole country seemed to be watching. It was awesome-  the only downside was I didn’t get my early night prior to getting up at five for our trip to London to watch the Women’s Marathon – but who cares- we’ll never get to see a home Olympics again- got to make the most of it.

Sunday was brilliant, I don’t really know where to start. The weather failed to dampen the spirits of all who watched- and boy were there some people watching! I now know that in order to improve my marathon running I need to wear pants and crop top, long socks and copious amounts of pink tape on my arse- go down well in Wakefield that!!! But if it makes me as fast as them I’ll try anything. I’ve a long way to go to achieve the stick thin look though. Some of those girls were seriously in need of a plate of pie n chips!!!

Once the Marathon was over we headed over to Stratford to see what was going on around the Olympic park. top-tip- go. You may not be able to see the events in the park but you still know what’s going on and the place is buzzing. Mind you the train home was buzzing – but perhaps that was the large wine we had in the champagne bar before we left.

Last night saw me at Old Trafford on a school trip – female Wendy-Ball. Hate to say it but it was really good. I’ll give you all the goss on that in the next catch-up.

Early Night needed

Hyde Park Live tomorrow

Bring it on

Er…..More Olympics

So this time last week we were sat staring at the TV (well Jack and I were – Ernie was laying in the wardrobe!!) and wondering if this London Olympics was going to be all it claimed to be or a total disaster. Fast forward a week and it has blown all expectations out of the water – it’s been awesome – all of it. A real two fingers to the British Press who haven’t had a good thing to say about the Olympics for months.

From Boris hanging on his highwire to every effort by every athlete – it’s been ace and now there are only 2 more sleeps until I get to go see some real live action close up. Yes come Sunday my friend and I are heading to the capital at stupid o clock so we can go watch the women’s marathon – can’t wait. The flags are ready as is my team GB top, hoodie and anything else I buy team GB wise before Sunday – maybe Jack suggestion of face paint and foam finger is a tad OTT but I can’t deny I’m tempted!!!

Monday see’s me at Old Trafford for female Wendy-Ball (me at a football game – priceless) hopefully I’ll manage to contain myself and remember not to shout ‘knock on’ and ‘bang him her’ – rugby league kinda girl me!!  Who to cheer for though – Canada or USA!!

Just how well are Team GB doing

More of the same tomorrow

Bring it on

 

 

Vocation, Vocation, Vocation

Today I finally decided what my vocation in life should have been – shame I reached that decision twenty five years too late. I don’t know why I’ve come to this decision now – maybe it’s the stuff I’ve been doing at work – swimming, wendy-ball, cricket and the Olympic Big Dance, or maybe it’s my love of running, walking, watching rugby at all levels, and generally being outside. But I think I should have been a PE teacher – if I had said this to my PE teacher all those years ago, she’d have probably cracked up in hysterical laughter – after all I was the chubby ‘class swot’ kid, always one of the last to be picked in games. But now the boots on the other foot, no longer a swot and defo not chubby. I suppose I’ll just have to make the best of what I do now – cos by the time I qualify as a teacher I’ll be teaching PE on a zimmerframe – why do you need a degree to teach kids – surely the school of life should count for something……….

Still PE teacher or not there was plenty of sport to get on with today. Good news is we’ve now completed learning the ‘Big Dance’ and some of year 6 now know it without watching the dodgy choreographer dude on the big screen – we’ll be perfection come ‘big Dance Day’ next week. Dancing out of the way it was time for wendy-ball and this week I managed to sneak on the pitch and play – technically I was meant to be refereeing  – I just kept getting in the way!!!!

Work over, Jack training, it was time  for a nice hilly seven miler with my running mate. Great run tonight, a nice steady pace, steadiest we’ve managed in a few weeks – held a conversation all the way round. We may run out of puff but we never run out of converation!!! A new(ish) route meant we came across a new killer dog, thankfully it’s stuck behind a fence ( for now) shame we didn’t realise that before we dived in front of an on-coming car – bet the poor fella wondered what was happening! Suicidal runners…………….Whoops!!!!!

7.5 miles in 1:13:07

Running tomorrow

Depends on Van Gogh!!!!!

Wendy-Ball and The Lost Village…………

So its fair to say an afternoon playing wendy-ball – yep me playing football on a full size astro- turf pitch – not bad for a oval-ball kinda girl – meant come running time I was a little puffed out. To be fair it wasn’t the football or the game of Bulldog (best game in the world) that wore me out, it was being the goalkeeper in the penalty shoot out that did it. I was tempted to dive all over trying to stop the ball – but to be honest I really didn’t want to make an absolute tit of myself. Plus, I didn’t fancy a broken arm  or two for Florida – but I almost gave it my best shot – even saved one or two.

To make the running situation even worse, I didn’t have my trusty partner (currently on hospital watch!) to drag me round and by the time I set of the sky was dull grey and somewhat misty -it’s May!!! So I dropped Jack at rugby and trudged out of the carpark telling myself I would be fine once I got going – two miles in I was sat at the side of the road giving myself a good talking to -I was running like a right drip – had my amazing Nike+ sportswatch ( never works) been doing it’s job properly  then I should have been telling myself that I’d just run uphill like a mad woman and needed to slow down – but it didn’t say that, it said I was running at snails pace- how many more days to my birthday so I can have a Garmin?! Anyway, the talking to worked and I ran steady away after that.

I had another nice route planned tonight- apart from the 2 mile uphill bit – I’d checked out where we’d gone wrong last week and had found the right road, or I thought I had…………….Some how I lost Woolley Village, It should have been there at the end of the windy country type road – it had gone, vanished, it was nowhere to be seen!!! God, I’d done it again – I was lost – these flaming roads all look the same. Strangely though they all seem to take you in the same direction – I plodded on, ten minutes later I was back in civilization and even better somewhere I knew. Only a mile and a half further than planned – not too bad really. Thursday it will be third time lucky as I try the route again – no blog means I’m lost – again!!!

7.46 miles in 1:05:53

I know which way I’m going tomorrow (!!)

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