Although the alarm still
went off at 5.30 am today, we did not rush around checking swim bags to see if
everything that should be in was in there, neither did Steve start to get our
bikes ready for a training ride. Sadly no, to both of those options. Instead we
started checking paperwork and making sure that the last job we have to finish
before we throw our stuff in our van and head for France, was all ready to finalise.
There is still too much to do and just these last two days to get it done in.
So after a morning cuppa we got on with sorting things out from the total mess
that Steve had in his bag, into something presentable enough to hand over to
the shipping company. We finished the big sort out by just after 7.30am and Steve
left for work, reminding me that I had an appointment with our sports massage
therapist at 9am.
I buzzed about like a
honeybee on drugs and was sweet smelling and reasonably tidy when I arrived
outside Vicky Vickery’s home salon and 8.50am. Of course it is not easy for the
poor girl; for a start I am not twenty one any more and as she has been trying
to put my decrepit old body to rights, I am still training as much as I
sensibly can, whilst not pushing her work back a couple of visits at a time.
Chattering to her take the
mind of the discomfort as she attempted to un-tighten all the muscles that are
so regularly put to use. Today involved a complete ironing out of my entire
lower body and legs. She knows that although I was a late starter, as far as
triathlon was concerned, that as a child and teenager I was a dancer and that
is the base of my muscle strength. Then, even though it seems as though I had a
thirty year lay off from dancing classes; that is not a full truth. During my
first marriage, after producing my lovely daughter, school runs etc. etc. I
still walked briskly and reasonable distances, I taught my daughter and her two
cousins to swim in weekly trips to the pool and went horse riding. So it is not
really that surprising that if you add a number of year’s of a regular weekly
evening of folk dancing; that I could take up a new sport at fifty as I did.
Putting aside the pain of a
sports massage, I have to say that I always enjoy talking with Vicky, since she
and I do share a number of interests apart from sport; namely books, movies, TV,
theatre, and Vicky like me is open to new ideas. This morning we were talking
about which ballet or opera’s would a suitable starting point for somebody who
has wide like and dislikes in the world of the theatre and fancies trying
something a little more serious.
My own view is that on the ballet front is ‘
The Nutcracker Suite’ is a ideal first stop on the journey because the story is
easy to follow and has such variety with all the dances of the last part of the
ballet, not to mention colour and beauty, or Romeo and Juliet where everybody
is familiar with the tragic tale that is just a sad beautifully danced. Opera
wise, the number one first opera HAS to be Carmen surely, I know that is what
Steve would say for sure. Or as a lighter start G & S’s Mikado colourful
funny and delightful music.
Vicky told me today that she
has started running again with a friend and don’t blame me for that. You may be
better blaming Steve of any of the other triathletes she pummels regularly and
she is far from new to all sorts of sport but just a few years out of serious practice.
She is a very focused young woman and as sharp as a tack.
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