Good morning folks
I trust you had a superbly spectacular weekend and that this blog finds you in outstanding form.
Another cracking week in Blighty, although it may no longer be cracking flags, it is good to be back! Lina and the Nipper came back from Germany and a 3rd Lakes trip was had.
Apart from the above, just been enjoying our jollies in sunny Tad
Getting back into the swing of Blighty life, I have changed my choice of “If I could live anywhere in the World” from Mendoza to Kendal, back to my roots, maybe/hopefully one day…
This is the Monday morning Superclunk.com blog for your perusal…
My good mate Glen, who was my Bob Graham Round partner and possibly my most frequent training partner (we have run once in the last 4 years, so that shows what a loner I am), invited me for a beasting up in the Lakes on Tuesday. He was checking out the route for the Helvellyn Triathlon in September, but despite my newly purchased trunks-goggle-rubber cap from Wiggle, there was no swimming (nor cycling) going on, just a quick sprint up Helvellyn and back.
(I should add that Glen is a superfit Triathlete, I am just coming back from injury/illness/excuse-after-excuse…)
We whizzed up the A1 and across the A66, before hitting the Sunday drivers (on a Tuesday) and eventually got to Glenridding, under a threatening sky. We were not the first punters of the day to head up the trail to “Hole-in-the-wall”, which was where we hit the clag which was followed by the rain. I was born up in these parts, it’s only a bit of water, crack on
The beauty of fog is that all distances are foreshortened to the point of being invisible!
A quick scramble along Swirral Edge got us up on the top and then along the ridge, with a lot of bedraggled walkers, it wasn’t a day for views nor loitering…
Dropping down the race route we dropped under the cloud and legged it back to the car.
2hrs after setting off we were in a beaut little cafe, supping coffee before the long diversion back’yam. The A66 was closed, so it was down the M6 followed by the torturous weave along the A65.
A top day out
The ladies are back!
Lina and the Nipper got back from Deutschland on Tuesday, after enjoying a week at Lina’s sister’s place. Straight from York Station to the Wetherby Whaler for some well overdue…
FISH & CHIPS!!!
What is it about Fish&Chips?
I was once walking down the street in Lima and I swore I could smell them, obviously I was dreaming/delirious…
The Wetherby Whaler (in Wetherby, the original one) is one of the best spots around for one-of-each, so I took the girls, my parents and ‘are kid Danny for a slap-up feast.
Lina’s first fish&chips in 4 years and the Nipper’s first ever!
Brilliant service and awesome food!
Get yersen there
A complete lack of planning on my part has meant that I’ve been to the Lakes and back 3 times.
On Friday we bimbled across the A65 again for a lightning raid to my hometown of Kendal.
Now a hometown is defined as “the town of one’s birth or early life or present fixed residence.”
I count mine as Kendal in Cumbria, even though I never lived there, I was born there and spent a lot of my youth there. It is located right on the very edge of the Lake District National Park and although it is not an especially scenic place it is a cool spot
The gateway to the Lakes, home of Kendal Mint Cake, a producer of pipe tobacco and snuff (an alternative to smoking, the user simply inhales it up their nose and gets an instant nicotine hit).
Maybe I have been inhaling snuff in my sleep, accounting for recent illness/malady.
It was said that Henry VIII’s last wife, Kathryn Parr, lived in Kendal Castle. Now “Parsons” is in effect son-of-Par(r), I am not insinuating anything, but I may well have a bit of blue blood running through my veins…
(I was forced to drop History by Mrs. Hughes, a despicably unlikeable History teacher, when I took my options, so I may well be a million miles out there historically!)
We popped to visit some relatives first and then to Rock+Run (full story next week//, I am such a donkey), then after dinner we went to the “Auld grey town” staying at our friend Charlotte’s house. Charlotte is a supersporty person with an ultra healthy lifestyle. She is a very experienced “Wild Swimmer”, runner and Tai-Chi instructor. I am a runner, with a shocking diet and most of the time I am injured!
Anyway, she had mentioned a class called “Get Fell Fit” and after Tuesday’s shocking performance up Helvellyn, it sounded worth going to, so despite the (typical Cumbrian summer) rain and cloud, we headed to “The Helm”, a local hill overlooking the town.
I had no idea what I had got myself into…
A small but very enthusiastic crowd of incredibly fit looking people were chattering excitedly, Chelsea (our leader) raised the enthusiasm several notches higher with her infectious manner.
“CrossFit workouts incorporate elements from high-intensity interval training,Olympic weightlifting, plyometrics, powerlifting, gymnastics, girevoy sport, calisthenics, strongman, and other exercises”
Now I went to Circuit Training (once, in 1995) and Boxing training (once, in 1995 too), both were pretty disastrous. Mainly due to my lack of coordination and lack of upper body strength.
Running is great for your legs (until you get crocked) but does very little for above the waist.
Any kind of cross-training (pushbiking, swimming, core work) would be beneficial for most athletes, but most athletes “just run” and despite owning 4 Swiss Balls, I pretty mush “just run”, apart from when I’m injured, when I just moan!
A warm-up led to piggy backs which led to bag lifting which led to pairing up for an “AMRAP” (as many reps as possible, 18 minutes of looking at my watch, willing it to go faster). My partner, Joeleen (I think) was mega-fit and superenthusiastic and very, very patient!
We had to do something called a “Burpee” which is like a squat thrust and a jump, run down a hill, lift a bag full of sand, run uphill, burpee and repeat, until exhaustion/death from Exertional rhabdomyolysis/18mins was over.
It was bloody hard work (for me anyway) but I reckon that if one did it on a regular basis, one would get mega-fit. I just found it hard to lift my arms to brush my teeth for the next 3 days!
It was also brilliant fun
Anyway, as well as squeezing in a quick run over the fell early doors next morning, we did some shopping and then (based on a diabolical Sunday forecast) decided to head home.
My original plan to go to Torver Show was shelved and we stopped for ice cream at a farm where the animals were being put to bed at 4pm. I had let the Nipper down
“Where the men are hunky and the chocolate’s chunky!”
I love Leeds, but I also love York.
Tadcaster is pretty much slap-bang in the middle of the two, very different places.
Like most places here I had forgotten how beautiful York is/was.
Yes, it is full of tourists (of one I am which right now), but it never feels too crowded and is easy to get round. A ride on a (mini) train, a Gregg’s steak bake (mmm-mm-mmm) and some bargains in the sales. We all headed home happy
Not Tad Carnival…
The (in)famous Tad(caster) Carnival used to be a bit of a knees-up back in the day, but too much aggro caused by too much cheap tombola pomagne being won/drunk caused the even to be axed, until recently when it had a successful resurrection (minus the pomagne!)
Taddy Carnival was back in July, so we missed it, but there was a small (and seemingly lightly publicised) event on Sunday arvo, so we trotted down to Magnets.
A number of great charities; York Rescue Boat, Yorkshire Ambulance, Autism Angels and others were present, along with FACEPAINTING!!!
A certain Nipper was very excited about this and no prizes for guessing which design she asked for
A bad day at the office for the Shipbuilders in the second round of the “Super 8s”.
A convincing 38:0 defeat at Leigh Centurions puts the Raiders in the danger zone.
3rd from bottom, 5 points clear of Swinton and Rochdale.
All to play for!!!
For my brother Danny, here is my favourite Alan Partridge sketch
That’s all for now folks
Have an outstanding week!
Johnny, Lina and the Nipper
p.s. THAT is a beer aisle