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??
What a weekend it has been for sporting triumphs as two incredible Kenyan runners smashed some historic records for the marathon. First up, Eliud Kipchoge, who holds the official marathon world record of 2:01:39, set in 2018 has broken new ground by becoming the first athlete to run a marathon in under 2 hours. It may seem slightly harsh that his time of 1:59:40 in Vienna cannot be recognised officially as a new world record when the world was there to witness every single step. But the race of 1 runner clearly wasn’t an open competition and Kipchoge was helped by an extensive support team. It was mesmerising watching Kipchoge’s 42 pacers rotate into position throughout the race as seamlessly as the backup dancers at the beginning of Strictly Come Dancing. It hardly matters that Kipchoge’s time is not official because he made marathon history and in his own words, he showed the world that there are no limits when you believe in yourself and trust in what you are doing.
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
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…
the appointment of the new Marmite-like Prime Minister in the middle of the
UK’s sweltering summer, it may feel impossible to be keeping a cool head. Whatever
your political affiliation or views on Brexit, one thing is for certain: it is
a struggle to carry on as normal in temperatures more akin to the tropics. Somehow,
even if many of us look forward to being in the same temperatures when we’re on
holiday, when we are at home trying to get on with our daily lives, a heatwave makes
it seem utterly unbearable. Of course, there will always be those amongst you who
are perfectly comfortable blissfully soaking up the hot sun. They are the same people
who appear effortlessly cool on the Underground without a single bead of sweat
in sight. And I shouldn’t complain when if given the choice, I will always opt
for taking on the heat rather than facing cold weather because it is my
personal Kryptonite. However, this summer I am failing miserably to cope with
the heat when it comes to running.