Thursday, February 21, 2013
My daughter had a basketball match at school this evening. Sitting on the bleachers, I couldn't help but "listen in" to a conversation going on between a young boy and his dad.
"My ball's gone into the old folks' home," the lad said, apologetically.
This was confusing for two reasons, a) the lad never usually apologised for anything and b) the nearest old folks home is over a mile away.
"The old folks' home?" asked Dad.
He realised his mistake.
"Oh...no...not the old folks' home. I mean the...oh you know...". He looked skywards, searching for the right word, " it's in the...um...the place where the dead people live."
"Ah," the light dawned, "do you mean the graveyard?"
Stifled giggles from me!
Half Marathon training run number 3:
Another beautiful morning, still cold (-4*C) but sunny although frosty.
Followed my usual woodland route but added a loop of the residential streets near my home.
3.04 miles in 34mins 22 secs.
I actually think it was a tad further as my Garmin didn't show me following the road but climbing through my neighbours' back gardens - and I'm sure I would have remembered if indeed I had done that!
1) 1m - 11:10(11:10/m) - 149cal - 5.38/11.96mph
2) 1m - 11:23(11:23/m) - 153cal - 5.27/6.58mph
3) 1m - 11:16(11:16/m) - 150cal - 5.32/7.37mph
4) 0.04m - 33(13:33/m) - 6cal - 4.43/5.75mph
I'm pleased I went out when I did. By 10.30am the skies had turned grey and a short while later it had begun to snow . Where did Spring go? It hasn't settled, thank goodness, but it is bitterly cold and feeling very wintry again.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
I'm back in Belgium after a lovely few days in the UK. I love going home (strange how I still think of it as home, although I've not lived there for almost 30 years and never actually lived in the house my parents now reside in....). I managed to see all my relatives at some point or other, although I had to postpone meeting up with friends due to the unexpected late start to the holiday.
My half marathon training is now underway. My sister insisted on me going for a run with her whilst I was over. I tried a few excuses but she wasn't having any of it so I duly ended up donning my kit and getting on with it. I'm so pleased she "bullied" me into it. It was a lovely spring morning, blue skies and sunny, slight mist over the fields, not too cold but early enough for there not to be too many people about! She took me on one of her regular running routes, which took us along various farm tracks. Due to the recent wet weather, I have now renamed a stretch of it "The Bog of Doom". Luckily, I had decided not to wear my new running shoes...my old faithfuls got a little muddy, to put it mildly.
I received a lovely offer from a lovely Sparkie this week, who has picked up on the fact that I'm planning to do this half marathon and has offered to share training plans. It's this sort of spontaneous response that makes Spark such a great place to hang out.
So, I can officially say that HM training has begun. What's more, I'm feeling excited about regaining my running legs over the next few weeks!
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I'm not sure how widely Pancake Day is celebrated - certainly not here in Belgium. Last weekend saw the local carnivals take place, we missed them due to my daughter's illness but I caught a couple of floats making their way home .....
Not exactly Rio, but fun nevertheless!
Today is what we Brits call Shrove Tuesday, or Pancake Day. Shrove comes from the old word "shrive", meaning to confess. Traditionally, the Shriving Bell was rung to call parishioners to church to confess their sins in preparation for Ash Wednesday and the start of Lent. Pancakes were made to use up the eggs, fat, sugar and butter that were prohibited to be eaten during Lent. Pancake Day is still upheld right across the UK and there will be much tossing going on today!
In some places, Pancake Racing is still very much part of the festivities. These races are said to have originated when a housewife, on hearing the Shriving Bell whilst she was cooking her pancakes, immediately raced to the church, frying pan still in hand. Nowadays, races are held around the streets. Competitors must wear an apron and headscarf and toss a pancake whilst running to the finish line. All good fun!
(photo borrowed from a London tourism advert)
So now you know a little about another quirky British tradition!
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