‘When something needs to be ironed I put it in the ironing basket. If a year goes by and the item is still in the basket I throw the item away. This is a good system since eventually I end up only with clothes that don’t need ironing.’ This was said by author Janet Evanovich. As tickled pink as I am with this quote, I am not a woman who has an affinity with this quote; I am one of those people who loves to iron. Not a lot can beat the calming pleasure I get from ironing my bedsheets.
Over the weekend I spent a lot of my time watching TV. The Winter Olympic Games in PyeongChang are well under way and I am hooked. Snowboarding, skiing, ice dancing, and speed skating – even curling (which really isn’t all that boring) – I am watching it all. Then on Sunday as Claire Balding was introducing the men’s Bobsleigh doubles completion she mentioned that the GB female Bobsleighers had their funding cut. Ummm what. The men’s teams – and there are multiple – still had their funding but not the one single women’s team?
I love Barry’s Bootcamp. And I love their Hell Week. This is my third Hell Week and you can read about the first round here I didn’t write about Round 2 which took place at the end of 2017 because that was when I wasn’t blogging at all. This time however I am back in love with blogging and writing. Amazingly with Round 3 I also wasn’t at all nervous possibly because there was so much other stuff happening in my life at the same time. Instead the fifth Monday of January rolled around and I made my way over to Barry’s new SW1 studio with a spring in my step.
My first race of 2018 is done! And what an excellent one it was to start 2018 with. The Cancer Research London Winter Run is one I run every year – here is my race recap of the 2017 version. That was the day I hugged polar bears, ate a lot of Lindt, and went home crying because I got into a fight with a man who decided my legs were perfect to ram his pushchair against. I didn’t cry when telling him off but after – I was riding so high that day and he caused it all to crash down.
Well that took a down turn pretty quickly didn’t it? This year’s race thankfully didn’t end with tears of anger and frustration. It also didn’t end with tears of joy but a massive grin of happiness.
New Years Resolutions are to me what running a marathon is to other people – something only those who want to fail do. I have through so much of my adult life believing this. Losing weight, being healthier, quitting smoking – why does everyone want to do all of these on January the 1st at the same time? Aren’t you just setting yourself up to fail?