Biking from Dundee to Abroath

It rained, oh it rained. But we were lucky. Up over the next hill, beside a lonely tree, a rainbow dashed across the sky. I broke into a shattered version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow as my bicycle gleefully broke through the puddles splattered across the trail.

“I’m playing puddle-dodger and you’re well… failing!” J piped up as I zigzag across the path.

No I’m succeeding! was all that was going through my mind. I’m hitting every target! Continue reading “Biking from Dundee to Abroath”

Biking from Dundee to Perth

We could see the sun. It blazed into our vision, urging us forward as we begged our legs for a few more steps and then a few more. We’d given up on riding to the top, our weary muscles sick of pedalling. The road levelled a touch. It was enough. I leapt on and pedalled for the light.

It broke away into a view that had me gasping… well more.

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CT707 Krav Maga

Before me a man paced, his hands whisking about as he attempted to draw motivation from the band of 24 participants lining the floor.

You must quiet your inner chimp, reiterated the course’s instructor­—referring to the inner voice responsible for whispering discouragement and dissuasion.

My inner chimp was dangling from the rafters of my mind, cheekily swinging in and out of my thoughts.

Would I be able to survive the vigorous physical pressure of the CT707 Krav Maga course? Would I just make a fool of myself trying to remember the techniques?

The only exercise I’d had lately was cycling to work, some infrequent badminton and an occasional dive for the last crisp. Continue reading “CT707 Krav Maga”

Burst of Colour Run: July 27

I ventured closer to capture the kids and adults clustered around a bucket of blue. I planned to raise my camera over the odd monument of limbs and capture everyone as they look down, enraptured by the coloured powder.

An excitement sped through the air and with my attention zeroed in on obtaining my photo I missed the hidden signal to begin.

The term “all hell broke loose” is the most appropriate phrase for an individual suddenly finding herself in the midst of a colourful dust storm with a camera worth around a $1,000.

I whipped around and dashed out of there like my tail was on fire, cuddling my camera as a football player protects the ball. I’m sure I would have mowed down anyone who stood in my way if they’d chanced that unlucky confrontation.

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