You know that horrible Sunday-night feeling – brought on by the Antiques Roadshow theme tune or the smell of a roast dinner – that ruins the end of a weekend? I’ve got that feeling – on a Friday, of all days. I’m like a child feigning illness to avoid another early Monday morning. But my tummy hurts… And it’s all … Read More
Weight-watching
A labyrinth-like warehouse in a creepy industrial estate somewhere in deepest Ayrshire sounds more like the setting for an independent British horror than the location for my first glimpse of the noble sport of weightlifting. I’m not sure quite what I expected of the Scottish Masters Open Weightlifting Championships. A bevy of body-beautiful young men parading around in stretchy leotards … Read More
Get set…
I honestly intended to start with something more high-energy but sometimes you have to grab what the world throws at you – or, as in my case, rolls gently towards you. Armed with this justification, I set out on Sunday afternoon to an organised event at an indoor bowling venue on the outskirts of Glasgow. Okay, so it wasn’t quite … Read More
Personal bests
If you’re thinking, “who is she to take on this challenge on behalf of the unfit and inactive?”, you ask a fair question. But doubt no longer, my friends. I am a complete sporting incompetent with no experience of even the lowest level of activity. I’ve managed to reach my thirties without learning to ride a bike, swim a stroke … Read More