Bridget Jones

It’s been a few weeks since my last entry, mainly because I’ve been far too busy having a ridiculous amount of fun in my thrilling life…

Yes that’s a lie, but I have been busy.

Since my last entry I realised that filling my time away from the waves with alcohol was not healthy, sensible or sustainable.

But before my epiphany I did manage to squeeze in a decent number of evenings of disgraceful behaviour.

Highlights of which included Pige Power in Woolacombe, and also an evening in with my dear friend Amanda last Friday.

I had been planning on hosting a party, but Amanda and I decided that was far too much effort, and a night in with booze, Bridget Jones, and Love Actually would be a much better option.

But the wrong side of a large bottle of Rum between Amanda and myself, I had a moment of clarity.

Amanda and I were both dancing in my living room, fags aloft like squiffy eyed pyjama clad versions of the statue of Liberty, bellowing out the words to “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” when I realised I had actually become Bridget Jones without even realising it.

And before I do actually become a tragic chain smoking spinster with a fat arse, I realised I should put the fags down and step away from the alcohol. I don’t even smoke — but for the past month I had managed to go from athlete to booze hag in one glorious haze-filled swoop.

I personally don’t think there is anything wrong with that, as Mick Jagger said: “It’s fine to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back.”

So since waking up to myself, I’ve been training hard, and working hard to get my back on track with sports therapist John, from the Fitness Factory. He laid the law down with what I can and can’t do, and I’m feeling positive and enthused, and I feel like I’m getting stronger everyday.

This week it hit me quite hard that I can’t surf, mainly because Lynmouth fired, and all I could do was sweat it out on the cross trainer and try and ignore it.

Kelly Holmes, who incidentally had a stress fracture in 1996, before going onto win double gold in the Athens Olympics in 2004 said: “In sport and life you have to keep setting yourself targets. You may not realise it at the time, but each of them is a small step to your dream.”

So I’ve decided to set myself a little challenge, to get into K1 sprint flat water kayak paddling, it’s giving me a focus, and making all the time in the gym worth while.
So in my new booze and surf free life I’m filling my weekend with wholesome fun. Tonight I’m off to see Mamma Mia at the cinema with Amy, and then tomorrow Mark, Laura, Matt and I are having an evening in with Kill Bill… Laura and I wanted to watch Beaches so we could sing along with Bette Midler.. but Mark flatly refused to come if that happened, so an angry woman on a rampage of revenge it is…