firstly, i ran to the chiropractor. it's mostly downhill. when i say 'mostly', i mean ALL, but i still ran! when i got there the chiropractor was waiting with the receptionist, so they had a good laugh as a i staggered through the door. if that wasn't bad enough, when i lay face down on her table, my nose started running. oh yeah sue, way to be cool. (why DOES your nose run when you exercise?) just wondering.
why was i at the chiropractor you ask? well, she was attempting to re-arrange my groinal muscles after monday night's netball coaching clinic. it was one of those 'hands on' sessions where they show us the warm-ups, ball drills and skills and we learn by all DOING THEM TOGETHER. (in turn we use them when we're coaching our girls).
look! this strangely lush fitness plan is working already! look how thin i am! this fitness plan also serves to make my legs longer. awesome plan SASS!
my school reports make bart simpson look like albert einstein. they're a rap sheet of mediocrity.
- 'better test results were expected'
- 'trying hard'
- 'seems to be making progress'. 'seems?' are ya not sure?
- 'disappointing assessment results'
- 'poor results in tests'
- 'good average standard'
- 'seems to be keeping up with the others alright' (spell right much?)
- 'handwriting untidy but due to lack of muscle co-ordination' (thanks doc!)
- 'susan's written work is disappointing as she makes an intelligent contribution to class discussions'
- 'can be lazy with this area and could do better'
- 'listening skills may be limiting her full development'
- 'must settle down in class'
- 'could be more attentive'
- 'talks too much'
and here's the kicker - "susan's only fault lies in her lack of self-confidence" (that's from my typing teacher!!!). screw you lady - i'm awesome!!!
this is the part where i tell you i had a killer personality to make up for my lack of academic ability. but i would be lying. no-one can say i don't have personality now tho! something my grandparents used to say to me comes to mind: "all good things come to those who wait" (and i don't mean guinness).
thank goodness my barely average public school results and uninspiring teachers did not stop me from finishing in the top 10 at polytech, holding down some great jobs, then going on to be a roaring success at marriage and parenting. toot toot!
"GO' is called again, everyone rushes in. one sad person is left standing there without a cone. NO, NOT ME!!! (well, not yet anyway).
so i get down the final THREE! ME! me and two 14 year olds....let's hear it for the over 40s - WAHOO!!! i tell myself i'm not going to make a prat of myself coz those girls are just way too young, lythe and fast for me. final 3 - i'm happy with. MORE than happy.
so i run in. i know i'm not going to get to the cone before the teenagers, but as i'm throwing on the brakes, my left leg slips out from under me and i do the splits, pulling a muscle in my groin. oh yeah. way to be cool sue.
that was monday night. today (friday), i made it to the chiro and i'm on the mend. here's some more pics from my walk.
i'll probably only have 1. or 2. i definitely won't hide them and eat them all myself. probably. how's this for a weird house? 'welcome to our fish bowl!' the street is literally right by that lamp-post. freaky.
home again jiggity-jig