Dear loyal readers, who have had precious little to read of
It is time for my annual review (not actually sure if this
is a tradition). Well, by the terms of
this very blog, it’s been a truly pitiful year – no climbing, one puny semi-successful
Scotland trip, no cycling, an almost complete cessation of training and a
descent into terrible fatness. I now
weigh 87kgs. Take that in, and let it
weigh heavy upon you for it weighs most heavy upon me. I guess I should be thankful, that excluding
my belly, I hold weight pretty well (because it’s all on my belly) and in
normal clothes with a quick suck in, I look not much different. I am at the point where few of my clothes fit
and I feel uncomfortable most of the time.
I guess I must still be able to hold my own – Lee and I did one of those
daft Rat Race 10k in November and came approx. 370th of 5,000,
mostly because we started in Wave 1, but still.
A goal for next year will be to break into top 100, which is distinctly
possible. Another post will feature my
targets for next year (chief amongst which is to start MOVING again).
But, hey, life isn’t all sport and aside from developing a
severe sedentary habit, it’s been a great year.
Holly is about to pop with Baby 2.0 (Male Edition) and Willow has grown
into a beautiful witty little girl that has us laughing every single day. A recent top comedy moment was when she pointed
out that I do not have a ‘hole in my hair’, shortly after Lee had left our
house! We have a new car, nay, my dream
car (stay grounded, people) which carts the family around with ease and made
holidays much easier. And I have my
now-not-so-new job. After ten months I
am still enjoying it (and for those of you who know me well, that statement
probably still surprises you), I am very busy and I genuinely think I now will
have career options in the future. Not
to mention the great work-life balance I have which lets me spend a lot of time
with Willow, and now Holly as she has started her maternity leave.
So, if I can handle reigniting my training mojo and do a bit
more actual sport whilst coping with two kids, 2016 is set to be a very
exciting year. I hope yours is too.
After being 'that dad' at the playground who was trying to explain the Principle of Conservation of Momentum to a two year old (whilst leaning in and out on a roundabout), I then came across this, the ecological inaccuracy of which offends me. Can you spot the mistake?
We've had a brilliant week in the Lakes - Willow had, literally, the time of her life. Here are a few pics from the week.
Our quasi-glamping set up worked perfectly in some terrible weather. In the heaviest torrential downpours you could actually feel a fine mist coming through the fabric, so fine it didn't even land - the tent stayed dry throughout. (The car was badass too)
Whilst out DofE spotting, I took Willow up Sticks Pass, to the north of Helvellyn, she loved the 'teeny tiny venture'.
Mike and I got one morning of climbing in. Mike started up this gop-fest before biffing out of the slimy route. We then moved on to Brown Slabs; Where It All Began for me as a 14 year old cadet.
Willow loved it so much she built herself a camping bed while I was clearing the kit up. I think I may find myself camping in the garden before too long.
Thank to Julie and all the cadets and staff who helped make the week so great.