Sue's Sports Starter by Sue_Thearle

So hello chums - how goes? I am so tired I can barely type never mind stand up. My daughter's 8th birthday weekend was a blur of activity. She had a mini makeover party - heaven help us all. Followed by some fireworks and then a day out in London yesterday, when we went to the London Aquarium and walked about 5 miles. As we were traipsing around one of the finest cities in the world, it occurred to me how much times have changed in terms of birthdays. Back in the day, you were thrilled to have a curled up sandwich and an unenthusiastic game of pass the parcel. Not any more. Crikey. It's all so different. And to cap it all I even made a birthday cake - for the first time, like ever. Yes I know, me, baking a honking, donking cake. What has happened to me? And having read this blog back, if my daughter even attempts to moan about a single thing between now and next April, there'll be trouble.

On the injury front my achilles is in fairly good shape now. No more physio required - hurrah - so I may even celebrate with another little jog.......or I may not. So no excuse not to hit the gym hard.....damn. I have been working like a trojan though, so it has been a little tricky to work out as much as I would have liked the last week or two. Even though I have a love/hate....no mainly hate, relationship with exercise, you do really notice it when you don't do as much exercise as usual. That coupled with a hideous head cold hasn't helped. And my enforced lethargy was made worse by the appearance at the BBC last week of Chrissie Wellington. Now I know most of you will know instantaneously who she is. But for those who don't, she is an athletic goddess, who makes a flea look overweight.

She has just won the World Ironman Triathlon for the umpteenth time. She completed the 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride and full marathon in a time of 8 hours and 55 minutes. Blimey that is impressive, well that and the fact that she rolls over the finish line, which makes her my kind of gal. She was covered in hard core road rash and bruises which she brushed off with impressive disregard. And she also confessed in a radio interview, that she didn't have time to stop for a, how shall I put it, well 'comfort break' when she was competing. Now that is dedication to the cause. Honestly I felt like a total lightweight for failing miserably to go the gym on account of a heavy cold....

Still I think I am on the road to full fitness as I did go spinning again this morning and managed to get through it without throwing up. In fact my spirits soared immeasurably at one point when the lovely instructor shouted aero. For a glorious moment I thought she meant the chocolate bar......but then quickly realised she didn't as she dragged us into yet another lung-busting climb. But it did occur to me that bellowing out a well-known chocolate brand midway through an exercise class, with the promise of said item as a prize at the end, is a genius way of getting people to work even harder. I may suggest it next week.......toodles.....