The diary of a pint-sized rower
Posted in Uncategorized on Aug 18th, 2011
There’s no excuse for it, really. Up and down the country, grown men and women are flaunting themselves in outfits that quite frankly ought to have a warning attached to them. Skintight, unforgiving, impossible to put on and take off without double joints and a lot of undignified wriggling, and most of all thoroughly unflattering, [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on Aug 16th, 2011
“You are soooo competitive”, gasped my friend on the next mat, as she watched me furiously attacking another set of press-ups as though my life depended on it (not, incidentally, those half-hearted, knees-down, girlie excuses for press-ups known in boot camp as “wuss-ups”; we’re talking proper, boys’ press-ups here). Now there’s no denying that I [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on Aug 15th, 2011
Did you pop any pills this morning? I did. Despite an ultra-healthy breakfast of plums fresh from a friend’s tree plus organic porridge and milk, I still felt the need to down all of these: They’re fairly run of the mill – a multi-vit and mineral, fish oils, Co Q-10 and ginseng. But are they [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on Aug 13th, 2011
Anyone who knew me in my youth might be a bit surprised to see me now. For most of my twenties and thirties I hugged the sofa like a drowning man clings to a life belt and loudly maintained that exercise was bad for you. Indeed, for someone like me who was recovering from M.E. [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on Aug 10th, 2011
“You don’t look much like a rower”, said a friend, helpfully, on learning that my new sport – and burning passion du jour – was rowing. “I thought you were a cox”, said another. It’s true, I confess, that I don’t look like a rower. A measly 5’4″ (on a good day) and a weedy [...]
