The Savage Bird

Out for the count

This week has been a very troubling week. It started off brilliantly. Cycling, training, my trainer sorted my ankle issues out and it was all going hunky dory. Until I woke up in Wednesday practically crippled. 

Usually my crap knee is my left, but, through sheer determination, stupidity and ignorance, I’ve managed to over come that problem. Now my right knee has started. I was training on Tuesday and during the middle of the circuits, I wanted to sort of crack it. It wouldn’t crack. So I kept bending and bending it, praying for something to happen. It did. I think I bent my knee around my head and over stretched something. So Wednesday, I woke up, barely able to walk. Unfortunately, I could still walk far enough to the train station and to work. 

I was tempted to go training on Thursday, but I knew if I did I would be out for ages. I’ve just started getting ok and scaring the life out of the ‘good’ boxer in my training session because I have more endurance than she does, and let me tell you, the look of worry and the smell of fear around her when I was like, ‘ave that love, was palpable. I didn’t want to risk properly screwing my knee up after I had reached such heady heights. I also gave her a run for her money on the bags so the next few weeks are going to be very interesting. 

So for most of this week, I have been sitting on my arse doing absolutely no sporting activity at all. It has been very unenjoyable. I didn’t realise how much of my time is spent being active and when I’m not, it is very boring. Now, on Sunday my arms and fists are itching to get near a punch bag. 

My trainer said I should have a go at the proper amateur stuff and start fighting soon. To make me feel better about my dismal situation, I went out and bought a mouth guard. I read the instructions in bed this morning. It is verging on a GCSE chemistry test. My knee maybe fine, but I may well sustain third degree burns to my gums this week…

I have been trying not to get disheartened by my blip in training. It’s been a boring week. But on the positive, it has made me want to be better, train harder and be more active.

I just need to sort out a cunning plan that means I earn money without actually having to go into the studio every day. My life would be complete. 

Ta ra.

The House of Boom

Well, it’s been time. Strangely, I can find a lot of time to blog when I have a deadline and should be doing some work.

So this sports thing I’ve been thinking about and after much discussion with The Cultured Bird, I ran this past her. it’s in line with the umbrella brand we are knocking about and lets face it, when you trounce your running time, cycle loads more than you thought you could, hit harder and stretched yourself into a pretzel what other word could you think of but Boom.

Now into the whole strateg phase…

Titter with type and graphics

I’ve been doing a lot of researching for my job whilst watching a bit of telly. Found some nice, completely unrelated stuff that made me smile. So I’m going to upload a bit of it. I’m really avoiding going back into photoshop hell as I have been doing it all day, so I think this is a bit of an oblique strategy to get into the whole shiznits.

Today has been a bit funny as I haven’t been able to cycle or run as I’ve got some very annoying road rash and a lot of bruises from a fall over the weekend. I was having a bit of a breakthrough with the running too, so I am hoping I can be back on it in a couple of days.

A lot of these cheered me up, as did the boys at work. Then when I got in, I dusted off the skipping rope, got the weights out and arranged a date with another sporty lady for a session in the boxing ring. I can’t wait!

In the beginning…

A couple of months ago I think I may have had a minor mid-life crisis. I wasn’t happy at work, I was in a joke of a non-relationship with someone who should have treated me better, I had pneumonia and was quite frankly, fed up with it all and couldn’t see anything changing. All I could see was years of the same monotonous sameness. Which is when I thought, sod it.

So I decided to start changing things about life. I was petrified because I wasn’t sure it was right, but where I was, was so very wrong. My job wasn’t going to change, so I resigned without a job to go to. This probably wasn’t the most rational thing to do with a mortgage and not much money, but if you don’t start changing things for yourself, no one will change them for you.

Then I went on holiday with my Gyaldem “The Cultured Bird”, read a lot of books, swam, drank and ate all in the sunshine. I ended up with a bit of a different perspective on things and decided to end the toxic non-relationship I was/wasn’t in.

When I landed back in the UK, I had a couple of interviews, and got a very good job in a lovely design agency filled with very nice chaps.

I also went to have a go at Reiki at the Hoxton Salon, which I have to say, is proper ace and I would highly recommend it. And finally, I decided to have a go at one of these psychic readings. That was very spooky to say the least, but they did actually have some good advice about going with the flow a bit more and not getting stressed about things. I’ve since started doing that, so not a lot annoys me at the moment. It’s kind of a good place to be.

With the job and ditching the loser I felt a lot better and I wanted to start some exercise. I used to run a lot so thought, right, I’ll have a bit of that. So I’ve started a running program. I love cycling, so I am on with that, I have just found a really good boxing gym as it’s something I have always wanted to have a go at, I’ve got tennis on the go soon when the weather warms up and I’m planning a bit of swimming and yoga.

Really I wanted to chart my progress and hope to encourage other people to get involved with sport. Getting active again has changed a lot of my outlook and I want other ladies to get the benefit of getting themselves moving!

The one thing I am kind of sick of is that exercise when aimed at ladies is all about weight loss and it all seems to focus on that, rather than being healthy and positive. It’s not about being a skinny minnie for blokes. It’s about going out, having it, empowering yourself and being strong, healthy women.

So, with this experiment, I’m going to chart my progress with all those activities and post a bit of helpful advice which isn’t patronising and also looks the dogs.

Keep watching…