Got it...

So, I had this moment yesterday when someone told me something that suddenly, after years and years made sense to me. A friend of my father’s said to me that he and my mother always felt my brother was unpleasant to me growing up because he was jealous of me by the fact I just got on and did things without trying to be a star or impress people. In essence, I remained my own person. Weird thing was, I just assumed he disliked me intensely and went out of his way to try and crush my self-esteem.  Being told my parents thoughts on the subject and playing back my youth, in my mind, like an old movie, I finally understood. He was jealous. Got it. Funny, how after all these years, it makes sense...and I still just get on with it.

Weekend Warrior-ette…

So, I signed up to do Weekend Warrior. It’s a Saturday morning extra to the boot camp I do every week. No, I’m not completely insane. Only partially. The thing is I want to be better, faster, fitter and stronger. To do that you have to put in maximum plus effort and there is pain. A lot. I expect that. I accept that. The crew that are doing Weekend Warrior are interesting. Everyone has a story. A reason. No one is looking to be the body beautiful. Everyone has hang ups. No one gives up. It’s good to be with real people. 

Thinking of doing something similar? Just do it. Yeah – you can. And yeah, it will bloody hurt and you’ll have to force yourself but then when did anything good ever come easy?