First Ice Training Session

A little nod to say goodbye winter and sut Mae summer. As I sat on the beach waiting for my pal Deanna to swim I take a look around and see  blue skies and sunshine  and have to acknowledge with a heavy heart that winter is definitely over. It actually brings a tear to my eyes. I know right? It's sad.....  Well for me it is. I think I have SADS ( seasonal affective disorder) only being sad that winter is finished and summer is beginning. Why? There's something about the winter that's different about the summer, forgetting the obvious that is 😂 , I like the shivering, I like wearing 20 layers after a swim and looking like the Michelin man, I like wearing my dry robe and wellies to the beach, I like my purple double lined hat with the tails I tie under my chin, I like  getting blue lips, I like getting white hands, I like when people ask if it's cold in there, I like that I can't feel my feet for an hour after my swim,  I like that I shake so much after I end up s

So after a grueling swim week I get home to news of Keith Flint's death.  It saddened me no end as I have many happy memories of being pregnant with my first child listening to his music and my eldest being in his bouncer jumping up and down to prodigy as I cleaned the house. I've titled this blog as a nod to Keith but also after reading I think you'll get to the why of it. RIP KEITH. As always this is my personal journey so what happens is my own doing. Whether you think I'm right, wrong or just plain stupid  I'm hoping you can appreciate my blunt honesty about it. So how is training? Sucks. Wish this sunny weather would do one! Honestly can't a girl catch a break! Too bloody warm mun! I'm moaning I know. On the upside I've had physio from the lovely Ann Welch AKA The Beast as I like to call her 😂🤣  She's fixed my shoulders with her new hammer. Yes the woman used a hammer on me and I gotta say it was awesome! By the time she got back to my w