It was Friday morning. The end of a glorious September week of sunshine, calm seas and early morning mists. At about the time that you were all settling down to your desks with that first cup of coffee or struggling with the first class at the end of a long week, I abandoned my duties as an average mum, ignored the pile of laundry, spurned the siren call of the vacuum cleaner, forgot the data entry mountain and swam to Fidra. And, you will realise, back. It was fab!
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Now I’m not what you’d call an elite athlete. In fact, those of you who know me will appreciate that ‘athlete’ is an over-generous term. But over the last few years I have taken part in a number of triathlons. No reason, really, except that, like Everest, they’re there Continue reading
I think my physiotherapist must have been a builder or a car mechanic in a past life. Conversations go something like this:-
We had the first meeting to organise this year’s Haddington triathlon the other night. With all the new building that has gone on in Haddington in recent years and associated changes to road layouts, we have decided to alter the run route this year to separate the cyclists and runners at a few dangerous bottlenecks. One of our number is going to go out with my GPS to measure the proposed new route.
And it’s not even midday yet. GP2 was crowing at breakfast that he was going to have his last biology lesson ever today. His Biology teacher this year (not you