As we begin the New Year, change is in the air. Whether it is Brexit, the new Spring term or the third season of The Crown, change can feel uncomfortable and slightly overwhelming. This is never more true than when it comes to our diet because we often make changes while being oblivious to any potential downside. It is hardly surprising that after an indulgent holiday of eating and drinking far too much, many people have started the year full of good intentions and ambitious resolutions that were made over a glassful of bubbly. Whether it was the mince pie ‘bites’, mini stollens or the bottomless tubs of chocolates, most had their downfall and were ripe for change. But now we are in the first few weeks of January, once the festive treats and sweets have safely disappeared, the reality of what you signed up for will be starting to sink in…Continue reading
As I sit with my feet up, nursing a very blackened toe I have taken a moment to reflect on the past weekend. Last Sunday, I joined over 2000 other runners and took part in the annual Milton Keynes Winter Half Marathon. I have run this event several times before and have had very mixed experiences of it mostly due to the dodgy weather at this time of the year. But like many others, I haven’t been put off by it either. The Winter Half is increasingly sold out every year and for the first time, the start was organised into waves of evenly paced runners. Not that this stopped a bit of ambitious manoeuvring to the front of the start by runners from later waves. But the slight kettling at least meant that the beginning of the race felt less like being chased by a herd of gazelles who thundered by while you tried not to get trampled on or slam into the occasional bollard.
The other difference in this year’s Winter Half was that the course had slightly changed. Now this is not unusual because the changing winter weather can mean that some years, the route must be altered at the last minute due to flooding. However, as I have run the course so many times before I never pay much attention to any tiny little tweaks to the route. Especially because the course always overlaps and repeats many of the running routes I normally train on. So as far as I was concerned, as long as the Winter Half course was pretty much the ‘same old, same old’ and not any farther than the 21 long kms, I was fine with it. Or so I thought…Continue reading
With Halloween and Bonfire Night already behind us, it feels like we are getting through the autumn at breakneck speed. Now that the days are shorter and the evenings far darker, it is becoming trickier to plan a late workout outside. Then there is the unpredictable weather to contend with. I have been lucky enough to get some runs in on beautiful sunny days in parkland absolutely teeming with autumn colours. But autumn also brings with it some unforgiving rain, wind and cold which is part and parcel of the new rugby and cross-country season. Of course, most rugby players and runners do not expect anything other than bad weather and some would even say that it is part of the attraction of playing sport at this time of year. But whether you are facing off the opposition, lining up at the start line or cheering from the sidelines, it is easy to underestimate just how cold and muddy you can get.
There are people who like to tell you that there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. But even if you strategically layer yourself like a well-filled sandwich in an attempt to trap some warm air underneath a heavy-duty winter coat, it will escape the moment you remove a glove, adjust a zip or wrong-foot the mucky ground. Spending several hours in the cold working out or watching others doing it is tiring at the best of times but it also tends to build up an appetite. Which means that once you return home again and finally warm up in some clean, dry clothes everybody’s top priority becomes eating. The question is, what??Continue reading
It seems to have come around quickly but as soon as the cold breeze hit me, I knew it was true. Summer has ended. But with a final panicked shopping trip to buy the last pieces of missing school kit, we were ready for the new term. That is, at least, in theory. Because it is not easy adjusting to the long-forgotten routine of simply trying to get your child to school in the morning. Especially after enjoying a summer of being able to do several hours of work first thing in the morning without interruption. During the sunny mornings, I could get through mountains of work in utter silence, bar the load purrs of an attention-seeking cat. My noisy teenage children used to only emerge from their lairs when hunger finally forced them out of bed. But now with the clattering of dishes and blast of BBC Breakfast everybody is up early and our kitchen has become a feeding hub of activity in the early hours. And where I once prepared the coffee peacefully and slowly started the day, the daily breakfast battles for space are in full swing.
Of course, the return to school also means a return to school lunches and the controversial topic of whether your child packs a sarnie or buys their lunch from their school canteen. Many families have strong views on whichever option is better for their children and cost can also play a factor. Others may not have a choice as their child’s school provides meals and does not allow packed lunches. But no matter how your child is catered for at lunchtime there is one thing that all families have in common. Everything changes when your child enters the beginning of the last two years of secondary school, aka Sixth Form in the UK. Once your child hits Sixth Form, parents will have to contend with a much bigger problem: the temptation of the lunchtime takeaway.
As we approach the end of summer, there’s still time to fit in some last-minute BBQs before the weather truly changes. Barbequing is always a bit of a production with all the time spent preparing the food, cooking and serving everything. Not to mention the to-ing and fro-ing from the kitchen to the grill. But all that effort is worth it. When a BBQ goes well, it’s almost magical and time seems to slow down. As you stand outside close to the burning heat of the grill with a cold drink in your hand, you can imagine that you are on holiday somewhere sunny and relaxing. There’s no hurry as you cook and soak up the smoky fumes as your mind wanders. This is what life is about…If only you lived somewhere where you could do this all the time. Why don’t we barbeque more often?
Of course, even if the weather cooperates, it doesn’t always go according to plan. There’s nothing more frustrating than when you run out of fuel or the coals fail to stay hot enough to finish cooking everything without getting food poisoning. As you abandon a pathetically lukewarm grill you are suddenly awoken from your once blissful relaxed state to find yourself in the default position of parental provider of grub. Having to continue ‘barbequing’ in an oven while being hounded by hungry children and family members who want to know when it’s going to be ready is hardly magical. By the time you’ve cooked everything to perfection and triumphantly sit down to eat, they have already ploughed their way through the all of BBQ sides and crisps and are no longer hungry. Yet they still have room for s’mores, if you’re asking…Continue reading