Archive for July, 2014

Here I am, posing in traditionally awkward fashion

Body Fit Burlesque Class

Now I’m back in the saddle, in the business of trying as many physical activities as my now wretched knees, lower legs and occasionally elbows, will allow, I decided to get serious and hit up the Reebok Sports Club in Canary Wharf for some classes – doesn’t ask doesn’t get, right?
“Sure”, was their response, “try as many as you like”, which I was taking as a bit of a result. On further inspection of their timetable, I decided I was essentially winning at life.

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'Yonce. I heart her.

Dunwich Dynamo

For anyone who’s been paying attention, you may have noticed I’ve mentioned ONCE OR TWICE this daft Olympic project I had on the go, last year, the point of which had initially been to find my very own Olympic sport. I didn’t really find one specific sport that I had a natural aptitude for, though I did find a few that I wanted to keep up. The one that seems to have stuck is cycling.

It’s been a bit of a learning curve, dealing with aggressive MAMILs (Middle Aged Men In Lycra), irate taxi drivers and even one red-faced white van driver from Chingford who actually tried to knock me off my bike. But I’m not one to be told and Beyonce (my road bike) and I have become firm friends over the year we’ve spent together, dicing with death on the streets of London.

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Surfing Birds (technically standing in this picture)


Prior to all those Olympic shenanigans, I’d thought of myself as quite a fearful person, and it’s quite easy to become someone who you think you already are (profound, right?). However, in the midst of all that throwing myself off high beams, BMX racing and showjumping, I realised I must actually be doubly hard, given the risk of face-breaking involved in all of these pursuits. I can also do a boy’s push up now, so I’m essentially Ripley from Alien (still can’t do a chin up).

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