bigfoodiemama

Thursday night was the last official night of GAA training at the local pitch and, in droves, the under 6's, 8's, 10's and 12's arrived, with rumour rife among them that there was to be PIZZA ! On a cool but dry evening the community was abuzz with excited children, cheerful coaches, much relieved mentors and busy club committee members. Hubby and I traveled up together to support and cheer and catch up on some chat with the other parents, membership of your local GAA club being the key to feeling part of it all and accepted when you swoop in from a foreign parish. As GASP strolled over to some of the fathers I chatted happily to The Ban Garda , Cowgirl Caitriona and the Sheep Yeaner . " Training " commenced, but on this special night, was basically fun filled kicking around with the children competing against both their own age group, but also their coaches. Next thing, I know, like the trailer for the Magnificent Seven, GASP sauntered past gesturing to The

So, having missed the past 2 weeks spinning class, at which one of the KOK's actually nearly died ( apparently), I arrived down this evening to Rapid Ronan's full of vigor and enthusiasm . As it is now officially Autumn, I wore my 3/4 length leggings, and happily marched over to my usual bike. I was greatly concerned, when I had to draw in my breath completely to get between the bikes and wondered if I had gained a stone, until Cantering Clare and MILF Mullarkey confirmed that Rapid had moved the bikes closer together....probably his idea of a joke ! The class was great apart from some dodgy music choices and Cantering Clare remarked that she was sweating so much her glasses were fogging up. " What ?" asked MILF, claiming her hearing was a bit off. Between those two I sat, unable to speak, so we formed the spinning version of "See no evil, Speak no evil, Hear no Evil" . I was concerned for the KOK's behind due to my consumption of Saag Aloo curry for te

Apologies, loyal followers but the past 3 weeks have been crazy...short synopsis.....dog bite, threatened heart attack, Mickey Mouse, football, spinning, Dublin, Paris, KOK night out, massive pumpkins, partying with the Burmese Scot, working alot, sleeping...not enough, celebrating the FA's birthday, missing Victor Meldrew's birthday and the usual smattering of wakes and masses. October brings with it a renewed sense of the need for a little more down time, a little more head space, a little less eating and alot more exercise. The right butt pain has finally settled so I am resuming C25K at the end of week 3 and am hoping and praying that a slow progression back to 5 k will not aggravate it. The only limiting factor of my training is the sporting and social life of my children.....swimming,soccer, Gaelic and singing see Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays " booked". On these nights GASP and I pass like ships in the night, following frantic evening meal prep