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Sunday 26 April 2015

Week 3 of #100happydays - 21 days down!

Another week done of my #100happydays challenge. Here are days 15 to 21. 

Day 15) My week started out with a very chilled evening in front of the movie 'The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel' which was brilliant... and my new colouring book. I'm getting a little addicted to it - lots of fun.

 

Day 16) I had a really tough start to the week at school this week and I got this message from a friend just at the right moment. It was great to get into my car and have this waiting for me at the end of a really tough day. 


Day 17) More colouring. I took advantage of the sunshine and sat out in the garden with a colleague having a good catch up and working on my colour schemes. Was a really lovely afternoon - so glad the summer is on it's way so that I can do more of this!


Day 18) MORE COLOURING! WAHOO! *please hide pens.... I am doing nothing but colour and blog and then colour again....*


Day 19) Friday! Phew! It was a long week and I rewarded myself with a nerdy movie, which I LOVE and.... you guessed it. Colouring!! Love how it is coming together - not much left to do now before it will look properly finished. 


Day 20) Took a break from the colouring over the weekend to attend a Quiz Night. They had fish and chips for everyone half way through the quiz. The Dancing Queens (our team) didn't do too badly. 63 and a 1/2 out of 75. Very pleased with that score. 


Day 21) Great afternoon chilling with my Godfather and his family. He introduced me to the crazy film that is Flash Gordon and we relived my childhood by playing Frustration! Also played Wii games and had a good natter. Gotta love hanging with the extended God family! Always a brilliant laugh.


So there is my third happy week over and done with.
I hope you are all still smiling and finding things to be happy about in your day to day lives!

Check in soon

M xx






Saturday 25 April 2015

Flying and Shuffling - A Triathlon Diary

The countdown is really on now. In the next 3 months I have a triathlon, a 10km run with a group from work and then another triathlon. I am going to really have to ratchet up my training to make sure I'm prepared for all of it.

I went for a run on Wednesday night and it felt really good! I finally felt like I was running instead of shuffling. My pace was quicker than it has been in about 18 months and I felt like I had more in my legs when I stopped. So, I'm looking forward to the 10km. I'm hoping to beat my previous time of 1hr 12mins and 42secs. If I can get under 1hr 10mins, I'll be really chuffed.

My Wednesday run. About 4km
After Wednesday, I was feeling positive about training this morning. We went off without any issues and cracked on with the cycle ride. With the addition of cages on my pedals and raising my saddle, I felt much more efficient on the bike this morning - I'm still tweeking the logistics of my bike as I get more used to the feel of it. I think I'm nearly there, need to raise the saddle a little more and then I think I'll be sorted for the triathlon weekend. I felt like I was really flying on the bike, making use of all the gears and gradient changes to my advantage and really pushing on the hills. I think I knocked some time off which is also brilliant. Finally feeling convinced that I will be able to complete this race without looking out of place in a crown of athletes!

Cycle route for this morning.
My run, however, was a different story! It was awful! Well, the first 0.75 miles was really good. I felt strong, my pace was nice and steady... and quicker than it has been previously but it all started to go down hill rather quickly after that. Firstly, I really needed the loo so thought I'd stop at the toilets at the half way point of my run, only to find that they've put a charge to get through the door. The door won't unlock until you put 20p in. So, I had to finish my run with a very full bladder - uncomfortable! Then, whilst trying to ignore the call of nature, I got killer cramp in my calf and had to stop and stretch it out before carrying on... this happened at least three times before I actually managed to shake the stabbing pain in my leg.... and then, just as I was getting back into the swing of things, I got a stitch down my left side that felt like my ribs were trying to break through my skin. It was agony so I had to stop and walk that off..... it was ridiculous. Pretty much everything that could have made my run worse, happened this morning. It had all started so well and after my mid week triumph, I was very frustrated with my performance.

And then, to top everything off. Dad had been driving past me on my run and when I got back to the car park, he said 'you did look like you were struggling a little bit, you looked quite tired'..... *exhalation of irritation* You think, Dad? I just had a rubbish run, don't tell me I looked tired! 


The run from hell
Oh well, here's to my next run. Fingers crossed it'll go better than this mornings. But still, I am happy with how it went today. All training is good training, as they say.

Check in soon

M xx


Orange Fights and Coaster Wars

Since I moved back home from uni in July 2014, my family have all been under one roof again. Something that we had all sort of grown out of whilst I was away. At one point, there was just my parents as I was at uni and my sister was in India for a month or so.

The first few months were, I'm not going to lie, pretty awful. With my sister and I always at home as neither of us were working there was a great deal of stepping on each others toes - metaphorically speaking, of course. We would always snap at each other and get unreasonably bitchy about issues that actually meant nothing in the grander scheme of things, but because we couldn't get any space it was too much for us to get on with each other.

Then we both got jobs and everything changed very much for the better! *throws hands in air and parties* Because we spent a lot less time arguing over the TV control and a lot more time out of the house away from each other it actually got a lot easier to get on. We actually started to have conversations and get to know each other again as young women, not just the little girls who played dress up eons ago.

My sister works at a hospital and sometimes does night shifts. This week, we hadn't really seen each other at all as she was on nights and I work during the day. So today, when I was back from triathlon training, I found her awake (recovered from last night's shift) and in front of the telly. Perfect for a relaxed, civilised catch up...... or so I thought.

We were watching How I Met Your Mother - one of our favourite lazy day shows. Now, if you are fans of the show, you will know all about a Slap Bet and what it entails. For those of you who don't watch the show, it's a fairly self explanatory idea. Two people place a bet and the person who loses get slapped across the face as hard the winner can hit. My sister voiced her interest in a slap bet and how hilarious it would be. I agreed, thinking it would be rather amusing.... I also thought it would be a good idea to sling a coaster across the room at her head..... and a war broke out in the downstairs of the house.

Coasters shot across the room and hit many things - TV, the dog, walls, a fruit bowl - and sometimes, we managed to make them fly at each other. Sian then decided that the coasters were not sufficient weapons and switched to some past-there-best oranges. I was suddenly under fruit fire. I dived into the utility room using our dividing wall as a shield which didn't last for long. Sian flung round the corner, lobbing a orange straight into my side. It ricocheted and I pounced on it.... In the scramble that ensued, Sian managed to turn 360 degrees in an effort to snatch the fallen ammunition and punched me in the face.

Naturally, we dissolved into hysterics on the kitchen floor at the ridiculousness of our endeavours and took a time out from our little duel. However, the fruit bowl was still calling to me and once Sian was settled back in front of How I Met Your Mother, I sent a rather large orange on a perfect trajectory. It smacked her right in the middle of her forehead. The look of sheer confusion on her face at being struck by a huge orange bullet was priceless and we were both lost to the giggles again.

It doesn't happen very often but when Sian and I have a ridiculous morning like this I realise just how lucky I am to have her as a sister. Who else could I hurl oranges at and only get laughter in response? The relaxed catch up that I was expecting never happened but fruit wars are way more fun!

If you are reading this and you have a sister who means the world to you, why not give her a cuddle (or throw something at her) to show her you care. There are only a hand full of people that will throw themselves into a citrus war with you - honest!

Happy Saturday everyone!  

Tuesday 21 April 2015

Breaking Through the Ballroom Wall!!

To quote a very wise fish: 'Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim.' And she was right!

Dory, The Wise Fish

After a pretty hellish week of ballroom last week, I was not feeling optimistic about tonight's ballroom class at all. I pretty much felt like I was trying to tango my way through a brick wall - and so far it hadn't been working.

Saturday had been a rather large disaster on the whole (for the full story, read here), so my confidence was pretty shaken and this week was Foxtrot which only made me more uncomfortable as it's my least favourite dance to learn. It's just so damn hard! Needless to say, I didn't really want to be dancing tonight.

However, it turned out to be one of the best classes I've had. There were lots of giggles, even when I was going very wrong. Some casual name calling and gentle teasing but it all helped to lighting the mood as I struggling through the 'curving feather' and other such figures that I have already forgotten the names of. Every time I go through this dance, it very slowly starts to make sense. Tonight I think I may have actually got the basic combinations right and started to get the hang of the new steps properly.

I have to keep reminding myself that I've only been dancing 7 months and I've still got lots left to learn, but every month gets better and I feel more confident in my own shoes - quite literally. So, after shuffling my way through the Foxtrot, it was onto Samba. Now, there is a dance to lighten the mood altogether. The ultimate party rhythm and even with my apparently 'erratic' bounce action (I'm little too enthusiastic apparently) it was a great evening to a brilliant evening of dancing.

I'm glad that I persevered through a tough week and kept my head up tonight. It just goes to prove that even when things seem pretty rubbish, they can be turned around if  you just let go a little bit and have some more. I think I have learned to not take things too seriously tonight. It makes a big difference to how dancing feels. Plus, the more I dance the better it'll get, there is no point in throwing in the towel with something I enjoy so much - even if sometimes, it's the most frustrating thing in my week.

Fingers crossed for next week - it's Waltz! My favourite!! Hopefully, it'll be another good-en and I'll learn some new figures.

Check in soon,
M xx

Sunday 19 April 2015

Week Two of #100happydays

The second week was just as brilliant as the first! Plus, the sun stayed out - for April, and in England, that is just the best thing ever! *strap tops and sunglasses at the ready*

So let's get under way:

 

This week kicked off with meeting the beautiful baby Poppy. Only three weeks old and a total stunner! Also got to say hello to Leo again who has become a right little chubster. Totally gorgeous - the pair of them. 

 

Tuesday was a long day, my first day in a new job and I was very pleased to see my bed at the end of it. 


Wednesday was the first chance that I managed to get to supermarket in over a week and I took great pleasure in restocking my bathroom supplies! Spent the evening dying my hair and chilling out at home. I was a very happy girl.

 

We had excellent fun at after school club with our 'poddely'. Making forts and pizzeria's was brilliant fun in the sunshine. So glad the summer seems to be arriving. 


I took full advantage of the sunshine, my afternoon off and a very generous work colleague lending me her empty garden on Friday. Not only did I get to soak up a few hours of rays but I got all my marking for the week done too. Lovely afternoon.


Saturday night saw another social dance come a-waltzing along. Much fun was had - after some rather large irritation on my part. To read how the whole evening went, click here.


To conclude this week's posts, my bed and my favourite pj's. I spent the day scaling the Everest equivalent of 'Laundry Mountain' which means that I have completely clean sheets (wahoo, for fresh sheet night - cue bed dance) and my favourite pj's are clean! I am very much looking forward to an excellent nights sleep. 

Hope you have all had a happy week,
Here's to the next.

M xx 








From Highs To Lows.... And Back Again.

Have you ever stood on a stage after months of rehearsing and suddenly realise you have forgotten everything you learnt? Have you ever been in the middle of a presentation and completely forgotten what topic you were talking about? Have you ever been giving a toast at a big family affair and the words have literally got stuck in your throat?

No?

Well, neither had I! Until last night! Never in my life have I experience stage fright. Not through all my days of big school musical productions, piano exams, dance recitals and Christmas carol concerts have I blanked. Nervous, yes.... shaking, feeling sick, slightly hyperventilating, sure..... but never ever ever had I felt like this!

Last night was my second social dance since I started ballroom dancing in 2014. I was looking forward it after last weeks brilliant time but nervous as I knew that this venue was bigger and there were going to be semi-pros attending. I would say my nerves were fairly valid. The hall was about twice the size of Reigate, with double the amount of people in it and most of them were incredibly talented dancers. They had stage presence and armography and serious levels of skill!

And.... all the steps I have been putting together into routines just vanished from my head. Completely gone! Now, when I'm stressed and putting myself under unnecessary amounts of stress, I become obsessed and worry about stupidly small insignificant details. Last night, that obsession became the length of my dress. Whilst being completely decent and all covering, I became fixated on the idea that I might be flashing the entire room every time I span round in the Latin dances. This in turn, distracted my mind even more, and made me forget even more of my steps!

I manage to stagger through a Waltz and a Quickstep without too much fuss but when it came to the first cha-cha of the night.... I literally couldn't dance! My feet wouldn't go in the right direction, I couldn't read Mr. R's lead and this all culminated in me leaving him on the dance floor (much to his dislike) before I broke down in public! Luckily, the wonderful Belinda came to my aid and settled my nerves but even so I was not enjoying myself - I was getting more and more 'het up' about the fact that I couldn't remember one, tiny, single step!

I just didn't want to dance and it nearly got tot the point where I called my Dad to come and get me early. My inner perfectionist was berating me endlessly and was making sure that I was reliving every horrible fumble at ever possible second driving my mood and my confidence through the floor! I was genuinely about to can it all in when Mr. R pretty much came to my rescue. A very basic Waltz and then a cha-cha later and it all came back. According to Mr. R, I wasn't allowed to go home until I'd done it properly. And I did. It only took me 2 hours to get to a place where I was confident enough to dance properly, but I got there in the end. Largely to the fact the Mr. R was patient enough with my atrocious dancing to pull me out of my little funk that was going on!

Hopefully, next month won't be so down right humiliating..... or irritating for the rest of the party who go with me!

There are a few lessons I have learnt from last night:
1) Don't put pressure on yourself that you cannot live up to. I could not expect myself to dance like the semi-pros who were there after only 7 months of training. It was completely unrealistic.
2) Don't leave the party in a bad mood. I was really glad that Mr R forced me to work through it, otherwise I would have gone home in a really foul mood and probably not wanted to dance for a while.
3) Be thankful for good friends who don't let you doubt yourself and push you past your point of breaking.

This blog is dedicated to Belinda and Mr. R for being there last night!

Check in with you all soon.
M xx

Saturday 18 April 2015

Please Allow The Deer To Cross - A Triathlon Diary

The weeks are ticking down! I've only got 3 more training weekends left until my first triathlon so this morning I hit the road again, on bike and on foot for a grueling workout. Mum was with me as we are doing the event together. It always helps to have a training partner and mine is super experienced. She has already done 7 triathlons with 2 in the diary for this year so as a training partner, she is brilliant.

We had out trusty driver, my dad, at the ready and bikes at the ready off we went.

TO RICHMOND PARK!

Now, today my darling mother, being the experienced one decided that it was time to up our regime. We were going to do not 1 but 2 circuits of the park on the bike. First, the easy way and then the second lap would be in reverse order which includes a horrendously steep hill which goes on for... well, forever is what it feels like when you are cycling up it.

So, off we went and away we were. It was a beautiful day and I quickly discovered that I was going to be way too hot in the layers I was in as there wasn't much wind. The lack of wind makes it easier to cycle but leaves the early summer sun untouched. It was hot. Now I faced the dilemma of  'do I stop and take it off or just keep hoping and hope that at some point the wind picks up and cools me down?' I went with option two, not wanting to stop at any point due to my timer ticking away, I didn't want to lose valuable seconds with faffing around.

Lap one went fine, there being no traffic lights in Richmond Park is a God send for me - those of you who have read my previous Triathlon Diary entry will know why. If you haven't read it and would like to, you can find it here. There was a little wind here and there, the hills were frustrating as ever and that wind I was talking about... it kicked up and slowed me down a little. My overall face was much slower around Richmond that it is around my 'home' circuit because of the combination of hills and the breeze.

Lap two was were the fun began - and admittedly, some of it was a laugh. The ever dreaded mountain to climb comes quite early on in the way we work the laps so it was out of the way before I had much time to worry about it. It killed. My legs were on fire, I had no gears left to drop into and I could have done with another 10 or so to work through - okay, that's a little dramatic but you get the picture. It sucked going up that hill.....

Then you get to the top and you... well, I felt like fist pumping the air with a big 'WAHOO' because, you know, big achievements and all that. I look around for someone else to celebrate with. (At this point mum is a little ways behind me, bike is my strong suit and know she'll take me down on the run that is yet to come this monring.) So yes, I looking around for a celebration buddy and everyone else seems very nonchalant coming up over the crest and just getting on with their morning ride. I mean, a lot of these guys are semi pro so for them it's not such a revelation that their thighs actually work when put to the test but still - where was their enthusiasm? Come on guys! Live a little!!

During this thought process and the next few hundred meters I must have taken my foot off the pedal a little because the next thing I know my mum is flying past me. 'Want to play tag?' she shouts across to me..... really mother? You want to play tag on our bikes, during a training ride? You're on! I caught her up at the moment of the next hill having used my gears to full advantage (got to love to fly) and over took her around a roundabout. This didn't last long - my mum is a touch on the competitive side so didn't let me get away for long. She over took me fairly quickly again and that just wasn't going to happen. This went for another few 'tags' and then we came to the last long, slow, very gradual incline that goes on for about a mile and my mum. athlete that she has recently become took off. I just couldn't keep up with her. She shrunk into the distance whilst I was struggling up this darn hill with the wind, oh yeah, she was blowing a hooly now, right into my face!

So, I was a little frustrated by this, owing to my own competitive nature and managed, on the home stretch to get ahead of her again. I'm a little more reckless on the downhill than mum is so I make up some ground there. It was great, I was ahead of mum, we had turned out of the head-on wind so it was little easier to keep going when what would happen?? The park's version of traffic lights - deer. An entire herd decided that it needed to cross the road and so it did, in wonderful procession with NO gaps. Just an endless torrent of deer trotting across the road. If I hadn't been on a bike and on the clock it would have been much more enjoyable but in this case it was a little more than irritating.

My cycle route
Once the deer had finished their morning stroll, we made it back to car park, dumped our bikes and off we went for our run. I was right about mum taking me down. She was off like a shot, her body much more used to the transition that mine is from cycling to running. It's a horribly weird feeling that your legs just do NOT want to be a part of.

Having said that, I can definitely feel improvements already in how I adjust and then continue to run. It hurts like hell, I'm not going to lie, it was seriously tough but by the end of the session I feel so good from the endorphin rush and the sheer knowledge of what I have completed that it makes it all worth it.

My running route
I am not looking forward to tomorrow morning, when I won't be able to walk!

Check in with you all soon,
M xx
    

Always Take The Leap!

This week was my first week in a new position at work. When I first heard about the opening I was completely uninterested. It didn't seem like something I had the strength or experience for nor was it something that I thought was right for me and my career path. How wrong I was!

The more I thought about it and discussed with family, friends and colleagues the more it seemed like a great for me to gain experience very quickly. I would be able to work with a new team and expand my knowledge base before pursuing my training courses to get my full qualifications. I put my name forward and was very thankful when I was offered the job.

It was time to get organised, I threw myself into this new venture like I do anything: too the max! And I loved it straight away. Even just preparing for the total change was exciting and for me, a person who hates change, it was settling to know that this wasn't upsetting me. Normally. with change, I try to fight it all the way, making things change as slowly as possible. Obviously, change never goes slow. It's like jumping off a diving board and hoping you can slow down your descent to the water below. It just doesn't happen... and usually when you try you end up belly flopping and in heaps of pain! So, I reconciled myself to the learning curve ball that I was about to be pitched and tried to swing at it as best I could. (Wow, I just turned into my dad, I'm making sports analogies!)

I had two weeks of Easter break to really get myself ready and of course, the night before I was due to start was horrid. I didn't sleep well, I was really anxious and my best friend, the voice in my head, was all over the shop.... justifiably so, I suppose.

Is this the right choice?
Are  you sure you can do this?
Are you sure that you are capable?
What if it's a disaster?

Obviously, I was nervous, what I was taking on was completely unknown. There was a real chance that it could have totally blown up in my face. I am very pleased to say, however, that this week has been the most enjoyable week of my job so far! It was been excellent and I haven't been able to wipe the smile off my face. I am so glad that I made a choice and was brave. Yeah, I said it! I am brave! Stepping out into the unknown, even when you know it could be really good for you is totally petrifying - at least, it is for me. But in 4 days, I have already grown and learnt and enjoyed myself so much that I am 100% convinced that this was the right choice, All the talking and praying and trusting in my own ability (even if it was a very small, quiet, shy trust) paid off 10 fold and I am now pushing myself at something that I love more and more each day.

What I am doing now could have serious benefits to the people I am working with. I have always wanted to be a teacher that made learning fun and accessible and engaging for children who struggle. I have been lucky enough to have been given that opportunity and for that I feel ever so grateful and ever so blessed! Every day I will strive to be the best teacher that I can be to help the kids I work with make the most of themselves.

I suppose my message from this blog is to make that leap of faith. If there is something that you really want, something that you know that you are good at and want to progress. Something you KNOW is right for but it's still a little way off......JUMP ANYWAY! Make it happen, go out and get what you want. No-one else will get it for you and it could just well be the BEST thing that you could do.

Take a leap of faith this week and see where you land!

Check in soon.
M xx

Wednesday 15 April 2015

An Evening of House-wifery.....

.....if that is a word?

Today was the first time in about 10 days that I had a substantial enough time gap in my schedule to do the dreaded 'big shop' after work.

Basically, I wandered round Sainsbury's aimlessly, picking up random bits and bobs that I may or may not need, to survive the next week of food needs. One vital thing that I knew I had to do was restock my bathroom completely. I was out of EVERYTHING! I hit those isles first and took great comfort in knowing that, this weekend, I can now indulge in a proper bubble bath and relax with silky smooth legs (my razor supply was also in need of replenishing).

My bathroom is fully functional again!
After my success at the supermarket, I returned home to actually cook a meal for the first time in over a fortnight. I'd been living on meals that I had pre-cooked and frozen and even they were thin on the ground! I felt like a little challenge so went for a lasagne, having not cooked one in probably a year. 

It was all going swimmingly until I started to layer the lasange sheets and saw my unused, not in my mince mix tomatoes. So will all my mince mix and white sauce already layered with pasta I had to rewind to the beginning of my meal.... disassemble my so far nearly perfect creation and mix the tomatoes in. 

Take 2 of lasagne formation was much more successful as all my ingredients were actually in the mixture..... 
And here that little voice in my head made a lovely reappearance, as she does at the best of times with a 'Well, that usually helps. You know.... using all the ingredients.....'  She is always helpful. Anyway, the lasagne ended up a beauty and tasty lovely (even if I do say so myself). If I get time over the weekend, I might post a 'How to' on how I like to put together my lasagne.

My lasagne! 

To top off an altogether accomplished evening, I treated my hair with a little love and attention by re-colouring it. It was getting a little faded and now that the Summer is here, I want it to look all shiny and stylish in the sunshine! Yay, for Summer! Only thing is, because I dye my hair a reddish sort of colour, when I wash out the die.....well..... it can look like I've murdered someone in my bathtub.

It was the hairdresser with the shower cord in the bathroom!
And there ends my first evening actually at home in over a week! Most definitely time for bed. Being a housewife is exhaustsing.

Night all.
M xx

  

Tuesday 14 April 2015

My First Week of #100happydays....

I am back on the #100happydays challenge on Instagram for 2015 - please go and check out my profile for more pictures from outside the challenge.

Here are the pictures from my first week of 'being happy' in 2015.

Day 1 - Sunbathing on Easter Monday
It was lovely to see some of my family over the Easter weekend and the beautiful weather just made it all the more perfect! 

Day 2 - Off to the a theatre to see Godspell. 
If you would like to read a review on the show, please see my blog entry. It was an excellent show and a brilliant way to spend my #day2! 

Day 3 - Impromptu BBQ and bonfire
I popped round to see my Godfather and do some technique sharing with his wife as we both have very similar jobs and I ended up staying all evening with a roaring fire and delicious BBQ food. 

Day 4 - Advanced Ballroom! 
I went to my first advanced class as I couldn't attend my usual Tuesday class due to Godspell and it was awesome! I loved being able to keep up with the rest of the dancers and was very excited to be attending my first social dance on the following Saturday. Check out my blog entry to read about all the antics that went on there! 

Day 5 - SPRING!
I got very excited when Spring finally arrived this week! All the flowers made me smile! 

Day 6 - Successful training
Had a great training session for my triathlon... in the end.... if you want the full story, read here. 

And finally, for this week.....

Day 7 - The Wedding
What a way to finish the week but by watching one of my best friends get married to the love of her life! It was an incredible celebration and a wonderful day to be a part of. 

Hope everyone reading this had also had a happy week and is finding all the positives they can in their days, even if sometimes it feels like there aren't any! 

Check in with you all soon.

M xx







Sunday 12 April 2015

I Am Now A Social Dancer!!

I have been ballroom dancing for about 7 months now and last night I finally worked up the courage (and just about enough skill) to go to my first social dance. Since being moved up from beginners to improvers class in January, I have hoping to be given 'the nod' to attend one these events that can only help your dancing improve further - something I have witnessed happened for the two lovely people I attended the dance with yesterday. They have been dancing a little longer than me but when they started being social butterflies, you could see their technique and understanding of dance take off like a rocket. Of course, one of the people is my fellow blogger, fellow Miranda fan and Disney lover, Belinda. The other is the bloke we (Belinda and I) dance with most frequently because, although he denies it, he is a very good dancer. He is a very private person so we shall just refer to him as Mr. R.

Anyway, back to the story and away from my ramblings. Where were we? Oh, yes, getting 'the nod'. It was about a month ago when my dance teacher said that social dances would now be really helpful to my dancing and I had gained enough knowledge of steps in each dance that I wouldn't struggle to keep up with the rest of the room. So, STEP ONE completely.

*announcement: I HAVE OBTAINED A NOD!*

Now, it was time to wrangle the dates of the dances out of Mr R which took less than expected effort and they were in the diary. BOOM! STEP TWO done! *tiny Jive break of celebration*

So, with the dates in my diary, I was trying to pay as much attention as possible to the steps in class... banking them into memory for use at this very prestigious, incredibly serious social dance that I would now be attending.

I'm not sure it happened but I built the dance up in my head to be this horrendously serious affair with numbers pinned on the back of jackets and being asked to leave the floor if you messed up. I imagined there would be people with clipboards taking notes around the floor and people in all their glitz and glamour floating gracefully into the building as if they were dancing already!

I was reassured by Belinda saying that it was all very relaxed and not surprisingly, she was right. When the three of us arrived there weren't many people there at all and they were all above the age of 50.... slowly, my nerves started to ebb. The DJ, Andy, was lovely. When he introduced himself, he put me completely at ease and said that the two words I needed to remember were 'please help' and he would come running to my rescue. A regular knight in shining armour. The three of us got settled around a little table and had a chat whilst other couples and groups drifted in.

The music started up with a waltz and a few couples took to the floor. I found myself holding my breathe, eager to know what the standard I was having to work towards. To my relief, the standard was pretty much what I'm used to seeing on Tuesdays in class. Yes, there were a few couples who shone and executed some beautiful steps and moved around the floor in such a way the little green monster inside of me woke up and got quite grumbly... but on the whole, I could identify most of the steps people were dancing and knew I could dance them too. *muscles relax and dancing feet start tapping*

Andy asked me to dance the second waltz which was lovely. He was a great dancer with a lovely lead and a very relaxed attitude to the whole affair. I was very proud and flattered when, at the end of the dance, we told me that I was 'no beginner' and that I would be fine.

From then on, myself, B and Mr. R danced the night (well, 3 hours) away and had a thoroughly good time. There were times when other men asked me to dance and I didn't injure them or myself. I mean, there were steps I couldn't do and leads that I couldn't follow because I don't have the skill yet.... and sometimes the leads from some of the older gentlemen were a little lack luster and therefore, it was hard to know exactly what he wanted me to do.

Overall, I had an excellent time. I didn't feel like I was falling behind the rest of the room and when dancing with Mr R, I actually felt like I was properly dancing. There were a few times were I made it round the floor more than once without any mistakes and it felt incredible. The latin tracks too.... it was so amazing to be able to keep going for a whole track without making any mistakes.... just to keep dancing! Can't wait for next week when we are all going to another social dance at a different venue.

Belinda and me getting our Waltz on! 


I am now a social dancer and I love it!!!

Check in soon,
M xx  

Saturday 11 April 2015

Unlucky with Traffic Lights... A Triathlon Diary

Well, Saturday morning is never a time when I actually want to go and workout! I prefer to lie in bed with something playing on my laptop. My current favourite in MasterChef. I am catching up on this series as I have missed lots. This morning was no different really, I was lounging in bed, my parents were out and my sister was at work so I was completely at my leisure to do nothing basically.

However, the little voice in the back of my head piped up in that annoying, questioning way that she does. 'So, when is your triathlon again, Megan?'
'Shh brain! It's Saturday!'
'Yes, but if you don't train, you're going to look like a right wally at the event, aren't you?'
'Eurgh, you're right.... but bed is really comfy'
'You know your bed will be here when you get back, right?'
'Yes, yes, okay! I get it. I'm going!!'

So, I hauled my self out of bed and got my gym kit on. Checked my bike, shut the house up and set off. Now, exercise is something that I love to hate... or hate to love... it works both ways. Whilst actually exercising this morning I was the grumpiest person ever. My muscles ached, my chest hurt and I was thinking about the bed that I had left at home. But I pushed through and got into my groove, cycling is great. I love a good flat road where I can crank the gears high and fly down it.

Today was not that day.

I got stopped at every possible red light imaginable! I mean EVERY red light. The loop that do is fairly good, there aren't that many lights and usually I seem to get away with no one being at pedestrian crossings so I can just fly round without thinking about it. Not today. Today it seemed like the world and their dogs were out and about. Every pedestrian crossing, there was a runner or a shopper or family on a walk.... I mean, the weather is beautiful and people want to be out in the sun but could they stay away from the roads whilst I'm out. (I am of course joking... sort of... no, really I am)

So, there was the whole 'red light' issue happening today and then came the wind! Now, the circuit I do is a circle, so you would think that I would be able to avoid the wind at points because I change direction... OH NO! I was cycling into a head wind for about 80% of my ride today which does not make any sense! I was getting so frustrated, by my third circuit that I scared an old lady as I cycled past her, up a hill, with a very loud 'GAHHHH, THIS WIND!'. I handed really realised she was on the pavement until she gave a little jump and squeal! Whoops!

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Right, cycle done! Wahoo! Get home, dump bike, helmet and gloves and off we go for a run. Why? Because it's triathlon training and someone needs to report me for being mentally insane. Remember that groove I mentioned with cycling? Yeah, well, I don't really have so much of a groove with the running. Especially after I've just cycled nearly 15 miles first. My thighs had connected to that little voice in my head. 'Umm, hello? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? This hurts, please stops!'
'Now is so not the time, legs. I'm trying to stop my lungs from exploding'
'Fine, we'll just make it really hard for you to run, then'

And boy, they did. Never has the term 'heavy as lead' been more appropriate. It always happens when I get off the bike. Getting your legs to go from 'CYCLE MODE' to 'RUN MODE' is just ridiculously uncomfortable. It takes me at least 10 minutes of huffing like a hippo and wanting to cry before I start feeling remotely like a runner. Before that, I'm more of a shuffler with hips in need of replacing. 
But today, I won the battle! I actually RAN! I actually managed to pick up the pace after my first half mile and my thighs went with me *victory dance*.   I feel like my form is improving, my stride is much stronger and I understand the process my body has to go through to transition from one discipline to the other. 

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So, I have to say thank you to the little bossy voice inside my head. She got me out there today and because of that I have actually made some really good steps on my training journey for my FIRST EVER triathlon. *runs and hides*

Back home and finished.... can I go back to bed now?


5 weeks to go! Fingers crossed I continue to make small breakthroughs during my training as the next month goes on.

Wish me luck,
Megan

Jesus Christ Superstar - Live Arena Tour Recording (2012)

With the rare occurrence of an empty house on a Friday night and our recorded Sky Planner completely my own, I took full advantage of the film section. We had recorded the live arena tour version of Jesus Christ Superstar months ago and then never got round to watching it, so last night was the time for me to indulge my love of rocky musicals. Originally composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice in 1970, this loud, flamboyant, emotionally brutal rock opera loosely retells the Gospel stories of Jesus' last weeks on Earth leading up to the crucifixion. The show gives insight into the psychological battles and complicated relationships that Jesus and his followers journey through as Jesus prepares for the end.

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The 2012 Arena Tour was directed by Laurence Connor and brings a refreshingly modern take on this 'tale as old as time'. (Yes, I am referencing Beauty and The Beast!) Throughout the performance there is a large screen at the back of the set which most of the time projects the show to the vast arena so that all the action is captured but sporadically the screen becomes a live action news feed, with mock twitter posts, newspaper headlines and CCTV footage appearing. All this, plus the addiction of news crews being present on the stage at different points throughout the show creates an eerie 'big brother' feeling. There is a definite surveillance angle to the production with Jesus' actions being critiqued and criticised from left, right and centre. The audience gets the impression of fear that is felt by the never present Caesar and the other political powers that be. Caiaphas being particularly set on getting rid of the 'King of the Jews'.  

The cast were incredible! Their power of conviction, their flawless harmonies, clever character changes and characterisation transported the audience straight into the action. Considering the size of the venue, nothing was lost to the audience, the live band produced such incredible sound that filled every nook and cranny and gave the audience no way of shying away from the roller coaster of events unfolding on the stage. The vocals were pretty much flawless! Caiaphas, played by Pete Gallagher, hit bass notes that I didn't even know existed. His power and control to maintain such a low range of notes was fantastic and his rich, vibrant tone was impeccable. Giovanni Spano, who played Simon Zealotes, completely killed his solo number. His rocky, edgy voice perfectly portraying the devotion and dedication he feels towards Jesus. Again, his demonstration of power and control vocally is some of the best I've seen on the stage. The only negative I would have about his performance was that it only lasted about 3 minutes.

For Lloyd Webber to cast Chris Moyles as Herod was priceless and portraying his as a camp game show host was genius. It added some much needed comic relief to the otherwise serious subject matter. Herod's interrogation comes towards the end of the second act when, quite frankly, there is not a lot of hope left to be found anywhere so for Moyles to appear on stage in a red sequined suit with a host of cabaret dancers gives the audience some much needed respite and breathing room to prepare themselves for the inevitable crucifixion of Christ that is just around the corner.

Now, when putting on a rock opera, what more could you ask for than a Spice Girl. Mel C (Melanie Chrisholm) plays Mary Magdalane and boy, did she hit the nail on the head. Her rendition of 'I don't know how to love him' was beautiful. Chrisholm portrays the forbidden love connection to Jesus with compassion and subtle, understated but powerful conviction. It's a very believable love story when watching Mary and Jesus play out their emotions on stage. Mary desperate to support and soothe Jesus vs. Jesus battling against the human comfort he finds in Mary whilst knowing he is unable to truly reciprocate those emotions. I thought that Mel C's performance was mesmerising, a true step away from her pop career towards a musical theatre star.

The wonderful Tim Minchin is one of my favourite comedians, his ability to make hard hitting religious, social and political issues humorous and accessible never fails make me laugh... and then have a jolly good think about what he is actually saying. In my opinion, Minchin completely stole the show. He was incredible! The way he enacted Judas' frustration at Jesus, he misunderstanding of Jesus' teachings, his emotional battle as his faces the destiny that he had no chance of escaping was heartbreakingly honest. By the time Judas was ready to hang himself, I was actually feeling quite sorry for him. It always hits home to me during that song that Judas was always doomed to be the betrayer of Christ. If it was in God's plan, Judas had no hope of getting out of it. I was once listening to an interview on BBC Radio 2 on Sunday morning about Judas and his role in the crucifixion story and the woman being interviewed raised a really interesting point (and here, my Christian upbringing may rear it's head). Judas fulfilled his role in a plan that had been 'written' for an age, he played his part and because of that Jesus would have forgiven him. His suicide although understandable was not his only way out. If Judas had truly understood what Jesus was all about, he would have known that Jesus would have forgiven him once he was risen again (Christian ramblings finished).

Minchin threw himself into the character and was definitely, for me, the strongest person on the stage throughout the show. The suicide was so well done, with Minchin ending up suspended in silhouette, hanging from a tree. The way he clipped himself into the harness to make this possible was completely invisible. That audience know he must have had to do it for the effect but it was impossible to see how he did it - which was perfect. The whole scene was executed brilliantly and, as it should, made me feel rather uncomfortable to watch.

Unfortunately, the weakest link in the production from me was Jesus (Ben Forster). Right from the start, I felt like his vocals were slightly lacking and his characterisation wasn't on point for me. Obviously, to start with, Jesus is portrayed as an angry, slightly arrogant man who is still coming to terms with his higher calling. However, I felt like it took a long time for the character to 'get his Jesus on' and that frustrated me. When the temple was converted into a club and the entire cast started to partake in all manner of 'unholy' activities, including drugs, drink, sex, stripping, cross dressing... the list goes on, Jesus really put me off. He is supposed to storm in absolutely fuming and clear the temple. For me, Forster just didn't hit it - he flounced in fine, obviously upset at the scene but then started to shriek at the 'sinners' to clear the temple. It was all a little hysterical and high pitched for me. There was a total loss of control which I didn't find believable and, to be brutally honest, made me cringe to watch. There was no display of the power and anger that God can hold, it just felt lack luster. However, when Forster sang 'Gethsemane' he eventually won me over. It was breathtaking. A brilliant journey down the road from anger to acceptance of the plan set before him. After that, I liked Forster as Jesus much better. I do think that it may have been the characterisation in the first act that was putting me off, I do think it took too long for Jesus to transform from man to Son of God. On a much less serious note, one last, very minor thing was his fringe!! It was driving me to distraction. Forster kept doing this little head flick to clear the hair from his eyes and it was just SO frustrating. At one point, I just had to close my eyes and listen to him sing because the incessant hair flicking was making me so agitated that I couldn't take it. Ridiculous, I know, and most of the audience wouldn't have seen it in the arena but on the recording it was really quite distracting!    

Finally, the most important scene of the story. The crucifixion scene. The flogging was brilliantly done and horrible unbearable to watch. The 39 lashes always drags on to the point where I almost can't watch. Then Jesus is attached to a horizontal light panel and elevated into the air as a vertical light panel in dropped down behind him. It's a very graphic reinvention of the crucifixion with a whole lot of fake blood thrown in. I'm still not sure how the makeup and costume team managed o do it but when Jesus was attached to the 'cross', blood started to run down the sides of his face from the crown of thorns that was placed on his head. By the time that he actually died he had trails of blood all the way down to his waist. It was very impressive but probably too graphic for young kids to see. All the lights were cut apart from a spot on Jesus as he delivered his final lines and as he died the cross was illuminated fully. It was a beautiful touch because Forster was enveloped by the light. All you could see was the huge cross hanging above the stage. It was taken one step too far though, for me, by the falling rose petals that started to flutter in their thousands as Jesus was lifted down from the cross and carried away by his disciples. The moment didn't need to be embellished in any way. The audience know he's dead, the audience understand the importance of the moment and I actually felt that the arty farty addition detracted from the very poignant moment of Jesus being taken to the tomb. For me, it crossed the line between aiding the audience and being fancy for fancy's sake.



Overall, I really enjoyed the production. I thought a lot of the modern twists that were put in were really clever and bought the show into the 21st century, making it really accessible to everyone in the audience. The production was very fast paced and pulled the audience along well, I was kept really engaged, didn't find myself drifting off or playing on my phone throughout the recording. I was very much in the action and of course, was singing along with the bits that I remembered the most. For a Friday night, alone in the the house, this film gave me what I was after. Good music, good actors, lots of sing alongs and a little cry. Would recommend to other musical lovers and maybe to people with a fairly eclectic movie taste, it definitely isn't for everyone. I loved it.

Thursday 9 April 2015

Godspell: A Review

I have always loved the theatre, ever since my Grandparents started taking me to see pantomimes when I was very little. A love of musicals was only nourished further when I started to perform in the annual 'summer production' at my secondary school, being very lucky to play some large roles during my time there. I get caught up in the rousing music, the beautiful costumes and the mesmerising vocalists.

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I was lucky enough to play Nancy in Oliver! The picture below is me as Fantine in Les Misérables

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It doesn't take much for a musical to make me cry and Tuesday 7th April was no different. I went to see Godspell at GLive in Guildford (my home town). It was outstanding. With only two flights of stairs, a raised platform (with live band on stage underneath said platform) and 5 chairs as set, the cast filled the stage and retold the parables that Jesus performs throughout His teachings. Being raised a Christian, these stories hold extra meaning to me as I try to live my life by the messages that are taught. The way the cast reenacted the stories was enthralling. Multiple character changes, physical theatre, absolutely stunning songs performed by some of the best singers I've heard in a long time... I was blown away.

The lighting was spot on throughout the performance, aiding the audience to gauge the mood of the scene. Whether it be through moving gobos and flashing strobes for a party feel or an increasing darkness falling over the stage as Jesus died, the lighting matched the emotion of the performers perfectly and transported me out of my chair and into the action of the musical which is what I hope for from every show I see.

Their audience interaction during the first act was hilarious. They pulled up people from the stalls to participate in different games they were using to link all the parables together. MAJOR kudos to the last man that they bought up onto stage, he through himself into it quite literally with a stage death and joined in the little dance routine the cast went into. His confidence and lack of inhibition was brilliant and I think everyone in the audience was very happy to watch him being just as flamboyant as the actors who were with him. The whole feel of the show was quite relaxed with the stop-start feel to the first act and the use of the little games. It made for some great improvisation and brilliantly timed off script humour from the performers, making the show even more accessible.

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One touch I particularly liked and have never seen during a show before was during the interval. The whole cast (except Jesus) stayed on stage, in view of the audience, and just chatted to each other, had a little drink, chilled out and tuned up their instruments. It was such a fun little extra to watch the actors more or less out of character, on the stage. They didn't interact with the audience from what I could see but their presence on the stage did give the performance an 'insider' sort of feel. I didn't feel removed from the stories happening on the stage because I wasn't removed from the actors - they were just normal people..... Normal people who were all ridiculously attractive and could blow the roof off a theatre with their vocal talent but hey....! 

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The only issue that I had with the show was that the mix of the microphones wasn't quite right and at some points it was just too loud. (Yes, I am an OAP on the inside). One girl in particular, who had a wonderful voice, was overpowering her mic so it was sometimes quite difficult to listen to her singing because it was just a fraction too much. It improved throughout the show and as it is a touring show, it must be quite difficult to balance everything out when moving so frequently between venues. It wasn't so much that it detracted from the overall enjoyment but there were times where I was consciously waiting for her to sing so that I could prepare myself for the volume. I find that if I'm conscious of a certain element during a performance, it isn't usually a good thing.

On the whole, the show was breathtaking and I was inevitably in floods of tears during the crucifixion. Unfortunately, Godspell was on only in Guildford for 2 nights so it has already moved on but if you have the chance to go and see it at a theatre near you, I would highly recommend it. If it ever comes back to Guildford or somewhere local, you can guarantee I will be there to see it again!



If you get the chance, GO! It was a triumph.

Megan xx
 

Wednesday 8 April 2015

Embarking on a new adventure...

So, a friend of mine has just started blogging and I am not ashamed to admit that I am addicted to reading her blog. For anyone reading this blog, go and check her out (justyouandb.blogspot.co.uk) because she is great.

After reading her first few entries, the idea of blogging really took hold of me. I am already an Instagram addict (megs_100 if you want to follow me) but it can be hard sometimes to write out my inner most thoughts and 'musings' in the small scale limits that Instagram can provide... so here I am. This blog will probably follow my busy schedule, my rantings about my crazy job, my weight loss/fitness/triathlon training journey and other random things that I decide I want to write about.
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I'm afraid that I won't be a regular poster due to my mental weekly schedule but I will try and keep you all involved in what is going on in my life - even when there isn't a lot of time for me to sit down and ramble on like I would normally do.

To start off here are some random facts that shed some light on me:

1) Most of my family have compared me to Miranda Hart at one time or another. (In character only, not in looks or so I'm told)
2) I do not eat fruit - the full story will no doubt unravel at some point on this blog.
3) I play the piano.
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4) One of my eye's is multi coloured.
5) My dream home is Rivendell from Lord of the Rings.

My two-tone eye

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Check in with you all soon!
Megan xx