Sue's Sports Starter by Sue_Thearle

Ola troops. Happy Friday and all that. Crikey what a week. It’s had the lot. Drama, pathos, triumph, glorious failure, oh and an emergency trip to the flaming dentist....but more on that later. On the sporting triumph front my daughter made the school swimming squad after her trial last week. Hurrah! Top girlie. Hilariously yours truly was roped into ‘helping’ at the trials. They sooo saw me coming. Would you mind just marshalling they enquired gently. No problem thought I. Honestly, how bad could it be? Well an hour later I had been broken by 50 screaming children and their parents. It was about 300 degrees in the pool, so I was purple, having taken the precaution of wearing two sweaters naturally.

My clipboard, yes I was given a clipboard, was drenched with water where I’d got too close to the edge of the pool or had been enveloped in a bear hug by children as they got out of the water. I was so busy marshalling that I didn’t actually get a chance to watch any of Holly’s races, although it would seem she did quite well. My son was there and I asked him how she’d done. “Don’t know,” he replied. “I wasn’t watching.” Deep, deep sigh. On the plus front I must have sweated off about 30 lbs, but overall I think it’s fair to say my marshalling days will henceforth be behind me.

On my own health and fitness front I have been struck down by a hideous lurgy (again) which has left a chesty cough and sensitive ears. I finished a spinning class at the start of the week with throbbing ears, and even though the music was loud, it was the first sign that all was not well in the world of Thearle. To add insult to serious injury I broke half a tooth on a Flake this week. Admittedly I had ‘borrowed’ it from Holly’s Xmas Selection Box, but even so, I’m not entirely sure the punishment fitted the crime. And by the way didn’t their slogan used to be; “Only the crumbliest, flakiest chocolate......”? Hmmm. It is proving to be a costly mistake, as I now have to have an onlay/inlay – oh I don’t know, a ‘something’ fitted.

But for a couple of days I have looked and sounded a bit like a poorly Nanny McPhee, with a rumbling chesty cough and a broken-toothed smile. All perfect for television of course.....As a result my fitness routine has flown out of the window and I have been forced to lie down on the bed a lot, which I must say I excel at. Sadly not burning many calories. The children have been brilliant, doing their best to look after poorly mummy. Having bathed the kids the other night I lay down while Holly read the bedtime story. She paused momentarily when I’d closed my eyes and poked me gently in the face; “Have you died mummy?” she enquired sympathetically. Well no – all still well here, ish. As I attempted a rather wan smile, she spotted my broken tooth and instantly demanded to know what had happened. Ahh, well, now, there is a story......