Marathons, Hot Chocolate and Criminal Behaviour
It is disappointing news, I know, but I have decided not to run in this years London marathon. Training hasn’t gone as well as planned, with work commitments and family life, I have only managed to put in 7 minutes of training in the past 6 months. And if I am being perfectly honest, 3 of those minutes I didn’t really put my heart and soul into. But, on a more positive note, I did try out my new shoes on the exercise bike and the cross trainer yesterday – just briefly as I didn’t want to be too hard on them, they are 5 inch heels after all. It went well. I did have enough exercise pulling the gym equipment out of the conservatory to sweep the floor. Overdoing it is the number one reason that athletes fail, I have to be careful as my legs are needed, they are a vital part of my day to day life, and are finely tuned to wear ridiculously high heals. So I thought I may watch the highlights of the marathon, and throw myself into a fitness regime for next year. It has to be said, there aren’t many highlights from the Marathon, unless you actually know someone running, it is just a lot of people, some in costumes, running around London. It causes chaos for the transport network, and I am sure environmental issues, as it can’t be healthy to have that many people puffing & sweating in one place, plus the drinking cups of water and littering the streets, and don’t get me started on the public toilets. I do like the idea of raising so much money for charity though, and I am sure it brings in lots of tourist pounds to the Capital, and where else can you chase after celebrities, without getting arrested. It is a shame I will miss it, but maybe next year.
I do have to get fit for the summer though. We are off to Norway to celebrate no 1 son’s wedding and his moving over there permanently. (I am not celebrating that so much, as having a stiff upper lip, I am going to miss him, but I refuse to be a baby about it). As I have mentioned before, there are no ugly, overweight people in the whole of Norway. I believe Marte must get a special permit to allow us in. The Norwegians are very lovely people, they try not to stare at us, and are too well mannered to poke fun at us in front of us, but we are acutely aware of how hideous we are. I am only talking about Nick and myself, the kids fit in fine. My daughter has long blonde hair, and blends in well, and if we put an A-ha type 80′s scarf on my youngest son and drainpipe jeans, he will be fine too. (Only joking Marte). But it is seriously depressing when you know you are the least attractive couple in an entire country. On top of this there is the shoe issue. Kieren has informed me they will be showing us the Norwegian Fjords, and Mountains and Glaciers. Yes, I am going to recreate the scene from the Sound of Music – it would be rude not to! However, my wardrobe of 4 – 6″ heels, and flat thongs aren’t going to cut it. (By thongs I mean flip/flop type flatties. No country deserves to see me in the other type of thongs, and the Norwegians suffered enough in the war, without me scarring another generation.) Anyway, the hunt for sensible walking shoes is on. Lets not get carried away, I am not talking walking boots, or rubber soles, I am talking about sensible but still gorgeous shoes, which I can wear with jeans. Answers on a post card please. With my recent comments on facebook and twitter regarding the ‘Ugly Shoe Warehouse’ which has opened locally, there is no danger I will be going in there for a pair of practical pumps. I think they may have my picture at the counter, with instructions to shoot me on sight. But, I stand by my comments, and I have had lots of support, with people actually driving there just so they can report back to me on how ugly the shoes are. However, the Birkenstock brigade were very vocal on their support for those monstrosities. I am sorry, I don’t care how comfortable they are, nothing will convince me to go over to the dark side. I am sure they feel like walking on kittens, I don’t care, they look hideous, and there is no excuse.
My kids would like me to tell everyone who is going to Hunstanton this summer, that the best hot chocolate in the world is served at South Runcton. So if you are making the journey to our lovely coastline soon, you have to make a minor detour and pick up refreshments there. It is so good my kids had to make two visits last week, once on the way there, and once on the way back. As my daughter says – they are so good, it is against the law not to get one. Speaking of illegal activity, my mother is in danger or getting herself arrested. Not for calling the local councilor a chocolate teapot this time,(lots of agreement for her on that one) but for commenting to us the other day that she rather fancied Richard Armitage, (the actor from Spooks and Dawn French’s bloke in the Vicar of Dibley, pictured just for my mum below.) My youngest son looked horrified, but in a concerned and caring way, so as not to hurt her feelings, said ‘Nanna, it is illegal to go out with people that much younger than you”. So, sorry Mr Armitage, you have missed your chance there. We can’t risk having my mum put on the sex offenders list, so you will have to make do with me instead.
Sue x
For my mum x
Criminal Behaviour by my Mum
Sue@savvycinderella.co.uk