Up, up, up,
Pant, pant, pant,
UP, UP, UP,
GASP, GASP, GASP,
Stagger, stumble, trip,
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
All the way down, down, down,
UP, UP, UP,
Rest, walk, jog,
UP, UP, UP,
And breathe...
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
All the way down,
And home.
Tuesday 30 April 2013
Sunday 21 April 2013
Naughty Boys (and Girls)
Tiger Woods lied. He asked if I was feeling great, I had just completed another 500K so I must be feeling great. Paula Radcliffe lied last week, she said I had completed another 500K too. I don't think my Nike+ chip is working quite right. I had in fact just completed 5.7K today. A hard slog of a slow run. In fact the only thing worth mentioning about todays effort was the amount of time it took for my ipod to connect to the Nike+ web site to upload my stats upon m y return. All those London Marathon runners were far more worthy than myself to get their results logged. Well done to each and every one of them.
In other news...
Two seven year old boys tested my patience this week. Of course they were being inquisitive children and exploring the software we were using, just what we want, being creative and thinking for themselves, but, upon discovery of them being off task I explained again what I needed them to do, why I needed them to do it and the importance of me being able to see that they could do the task so that I could challenge them further with harder (and potentially) more exciting tasks. Clearly this approach didn't work as minutes later they had manage to divert half the class to alternative activities!
Merlin either picked a fight or selected lunch with a creature that was stronger and or bigger than himself. His nose is one big scabby mess and he is not pretty. Max, on the other hand was the victor in his hunting expedition and still doesn't understand that bringing the limp and bloody furry bodies home is not obligatory. In this case i do not need to see what he is capable of. And, he has been wandering in the lane nonchalantly ignoring my shouts and cries to get himself back in the fields. Cats!
The naughtiest boys of my week were on stage at the Bristol Hippodrome. Bare bottoms, outrageous costumes, much rudeness and swearing. What a night. I cried with laughter from start to finish. I sang along with all the songs and managed to resist my constant urge to shout out "I still love you Jason!"
If you have the chance to see Priscilla, Queen of the Desert I urge you to do so.
Until next time...
In other news...
Two seven year old boys tested my patience this week. Of course they were being inquisitive children and exploring the software we were using, just what we want, being creative and thinking for themselves, but, upon discovery of them being off task I explained again what I needed them to do, why I needed them to do it and the importance of me being able to see that they could do the task so that I could challenge them further with harder (and potentially) more exciting tasks. Clearly this approach didn't work as minutes later they had manage to divert half the class to alternative activities!
Merlin either picked a fight or selected lunch with a creature that was stronger and or bigger than himself. His nose is one big scabby mess and he is not pretty. Max, on the other hand was the victor in his hunting expedition and still doesn't understand that bringing the limp and bloody furry bodies home is not obligatory. In this case i do not need to see what he is capable of. And, he has been wandering in the lane nonchalantly ignoring my shouts and cries to get himself back in the fields. Cats!
The naughtiest boys of my week were on stage at the Bristol Hippodrome. Bare bottoms, outrageous costumes, much rudeness and swearing. What a night. I cried with laughter from start to finish. I sang along with all the songs and managed to resist my constant urge to shout out "I still love you Jason!"
If you have the chance to see Priscilla, Queen of the Desert I urge you to do so.
Until next time...
Monday 1 April 2013
Here I go again...
If I had waited any longer for a headache, earache, sore throat, dizzy, runny nose free day I would be running with a zimmer frame. So it was in long legs, long sleeves and hat and gloves I set out along my faithful and friendly lanes. April Fools Day and this fool is still having dreams of taking part in the Taunton half marathon, not this year and before I'm 50 which leaves me with next April. Come on Burgess, you can do it.
Each intake of icy April air chilled my lungs, no spring sunshine to warm my bones, feathers and fur hiding in nests and burrows. Only R.E.M. to cheer me. Drumbeats matching the pounding in my skull. Half way nose wipe. Feels like a good pace, the stats will tell. To think I was going to stop recording the details, you must be joking, every step to be counted and recorded and pondered upon.
No fair, half way up the hill and I came face to face with the milk tanker beast. This lane aint big enough for the both of us. Can't squeeze by, can't get in the hedge, no reverse gear selected, down I retreat, all the way, right back to the bottom. Cheery wave of thanks, deep breath taken, plod on, plod, on, plod on, to the summit and back to the flat.
Easter Monday lawns being mowed, cars being vacuumed, horses ridden, pub stirring, new union flag flying, a runner, a runner, a runner, quick fall into step behind, last leg, keep going. Too quick for me, keep him in sight at least, not a chance! My home, my lovely home.
It's good to be back x
Each intake of icy April air chilled my lungs, no spring sunshine to warm my bones, feathers and fur hiding in nests and burrows. Only R.E.M. to cheer me. Drumbeats matching the pounding in my skull. Half way nose wipe. Feels like a good pace, the stats will tell. To think I was going to stop recording the details, you must be joking, every step to be counted and recorded and pondered upon.
No fair, half way up the hill and I came face to face with the milk tanker beast. This lane aint big enough for the both of us. Can't squeeze by, can't get in the hedge, no reverse gear selected, down I retreat, all the way, right back to the bottom. Cheery wave of thanks, deep breath taken, plod on, plod, on, plod on, to the summit and back to the flat.
Easter Monday lawns being mowed, cars being vacuumed, horses ridden, pub stirring, new union flag flying, a runner, a runner, a runner, quick fall into step behind, last leg, keep going. Too quick for me, keep him in sight at least, not a chance! My home, my lovely home.
It's good to be back x
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