Yay July!! AND the sun is shining this morning! I believe that bodes well for more balmy breezes and Factor 30! And before I depress all of you who are currently having to make do with grey clouds and unseasonally heavy rainfall, I will admit that there's a bank of grey cloud heading this way :)
Time to reminisce though as it's nearly a month since I last wrote to you… and this morning takes me back to June 11th, and our Race for Life at Milton Keynes Bowl. Those of you who read Debbie Greenwood's blog will know that she came up on the Friday night and along with my daughter Lucy, her sister Hannah, and a few of my girlfriends from the village.
We were all walking the 5K distance, but Ros, (who had a back strain hence not walking) her Chris, Colin, Richard, Sam and Jack all cheered us on. Sam's Ruth also joined us and RAN the whole way round!
I'd been up at 3am making food and getting the table ready for all those who were coming back – not because I am an obsessive hostess, but just because I couldn't sleep!
Trying to get into the car park at The Bowl was a slow process and then I had a call from Julie (my village friend) who was already in the arena, telling me where they all were, and to head for the Information Stand, oh and they were the ones wearing pink!!!! (along with everyone else) I had to chuckle… I wasn't laughing much though trying to keep up with an incredibly flexible fitness lady who was there to do a warm up with a raft of exercises!
Lucy, who by her own admission doesn't normally exercise AT ALL, was very displeased, hissing through gritted teeth, "Isn't it enough that we've just turned up?!" That said, she and Hannah did a corking time, and, as you'll see from the photographs, looked very perky at the end having arrived a good 25 minutes before I did.
I nearly didn't get there at all as Julie decided we should stop for a photo opportunity just before the finishing line, and my legs gave up on me. They were like a couple of Rowntrees jellies, but I did manage a sort of 'fast' walk over the line before flaking out on the grass I think the guy rope like appearance of the tendons make me look a tad like Deidre Barlow, but it was with immense pride that I hung my medal around them
I was treated to exercise of a different sort last week when Ros took me to Wimbledon. She'd entered the ballot they run every year which anyone can put their name and address into, and got two tickets for Court 1!
I have never in all my 51 years been there, and although it bucketed down til 3pm, we saw an Andy Murray match and the beginning of a ladies match with Kvitova (I read as Kitoff!) and her opponent whose name even the lineswoman was having trouble pronouncing!!!
We were under cover but even so could see perfectly and I couldn't believe how fast the game was! How on earth does anyone return a serve travelling at 132 miles an hour?! My only pet hate is the somewhat suspect noises the players make every time they hit the ball… leads you to muse about all sorts of other things doesn't it? No?.. That's just Ros and I then
All that said I am ashamed to admit that I was witnessed whimpering and swearing under my breath in a public place when I went with Jack and my sister Jenny to a fish foot spa – these places where tiny Garra Rufa fish suck the dead skin off your feet to make them soft and pretty!! It was hell!!! Seriously NOT my idea of a good time.
It doesn't hurt, but there are so many of them flipping around and attaching themselves to you, and worse still they sucked off my fake tan, so I had a kind of tide mark around my ankles. Jenny and Jack didn't like it much either and we had the added trauma of trying to unroll the legs of Jack's skinny jeans! He had to go into a clothes shop and lay down to get the swelling down. If you're not squeamish, have a look at the photo – I will look away!
Well in the time it's taken me to write this the sun has gone in an so I'm going to head off for my walk, but I hope you like my poppy photo (below). I discovered them on a walk with my sister and then felt the need to go back with Colin to catch the vision forever – beautiful eh?
Only another seven to go and then I have a break before radiotherapy… hard to believe the summer will be over by then, but I hope that you'll have some good times planned and that the sun will shine for you.
Thank you as always for keeping in touch, for making me smile and feel 'connected'… the light at the end of the tunnel is definitely getting a little nearer.
With my love, Ali xxx