Don’t you just want to cry? Really? I know you will miss reading these fitness diaries. I can’t say that I would blame you, after all we’ve had (not in any particular order): a near death experience, a visit to Wembley, sneers and jeers, “proper wierd stretches”, man rubbing another man’s calf (more weird stretches then), freaky three-a-side football, adventurous swimming (no, not skinny dipping, why the one track mind?) and last but not least a member of staff who thinks she can read poetry while running 5km (find out how she got on next week).
So then, in the words of Macaulay Culkin in the childhood classic film Home Alone: “You guys give up yet? Or are you thirsty for more?” Because I’ve got two more just for your amusement, and our, well, public humiliation.
Sophie Povey, Assistant National Development Manager:
I’m embarrassed to admit that unlike in previous years, I haven’t done any training at all, not even a brisk walk. I’m hoping that my one session of Zumba a week will drag me round, but I’m starting to think that this unfortunately may not be the case. My current mantra- ‘Slow and steady wins the race’ 🙂
Anna Fleming, Young Person’s Project Worker:
My near death experience, part 2:
Following the mishaps of running on Liverpool pavements, when I visited home this weekend I took the opportunity for safer training. Once again, I made a grievous error of judgement, and I failed to factor in the fact that I live in Wales. Wales = hills, steep hills. The first 2.5k was horrifically steep ascent, the last 2.5 was an equally horrendous descent. No falls, bumps or bruises this time, however it took a couple of days for me to catch my breath again, and I still bear the muscle ache. On the plus side though, it was very beautiful, and there was much less public humiliation: the only spectators were fields of sheep and a couple of farmers, all of whom seemed to think I was borderline insane. And I am inclined to agree.