Monthly Archives: July 2011

ouch

I smell like a football team – not because I have been working up a sweat, or have been wearing my lucky socks for a season….. but during my slumber last night I appear to have strained some vital muscles and twisted those facet joints just a little to fast. And now can I not twist, turn or tilt my head!

So I have been popping the ibuprofen and slathering my neck in deep heat. It is interesting…. I had a tube of none stinky cream but really it is not quite the same. There is definitely a placebo effect just in that smell. Menthol. It is like comfort food for the muscular strain!

With any luck I shall be back to full range in the c-spine in two sleeps time….

cardio-lates

It is amazing the way we combine and create words nowadays isn’t it? Twenty years ago the caramel-latte didn’t exist nor the e-mail or pretty much tonnes of words that we now splash about in our sentences on a regular basis.

Well I have a new one for you… cardio-lates. It is an hour of action and sweat , where your legs end up quite wibbly and you think it is quite possible to have your heart explode from your chest.

The Cardio part is a tortuous 30minutes on an exercise bike turning up the resistance and being told to “go-faster-stand-up-sprint-sit down-1-2-3-4- up-sprint”…… and then if that wasn’t enough you move across to do the “lates” part on some giant rowing machines (reformer beds) with ropes and weights…. yikes! However, the worst part, and there is a worst part, is the mirrors. Generally they are not my friend in a whole bunch of situations – bathers shopping, jeans purchases, the hairdressers when your hair scrapped back and your nose looks enormous… these mirrors are the pits.

Not only do they appear to make your thighs look GIANT they make your head look tiny! You appear to be a bright red sweaty Henry Moore sculpture.

Anyway, I am pretty certain that this new word and its associated actions are going to deliver me abs of steel and maybe a gravity defying rear end! Well we can all but hope that something good comes out of it!

last weekend was hot…….

……it was honestly….. hot hot hot in London… well for at least 36 hours I think.

I have learn’t in the last few years,  that it is important to grab that sunbeam. Strip off. And expose all of that blotchy white skin to the world! It is truly horrific. All of that white flesh and wobbly bits spread over ever green space imaginable.

It would also be true though that men in this country don’t seem to mind! It is as they are so pleased to see those legs reappear, that cleavage plunge  and bare arms that they twist those cervical joints to the absolute limit. And by some miracle don’t see the veins and cellulite!

The sun has now gone. Bummer. However, I have now also living here long enough to hope that the cloud will lift, and I will be able to dive into my bikini and bask in the sun in the local park at least once more before the end of August!