Hi all, sorry I have been a bit quiet lately. I thought I would come on and write a quick blog whilst whipping up some scrambled eggs, chicken and spinach for breakfast (and there was me thinking I couldn’t multitask!).
So – whats been going on in the world of coconut ricey I hear you ask – well let me tell you story. Two weeks ago, I was out walking the dogs when they spotted my husband standing outside. Now, if you know my two dogs you will know that they are UBER excitable, I don’t mean like waggy tails, I mean like eyes glazed over, whole bum moving with their wagging tails and they will take off like a bat out of hell. So usually when they see Sean standing outside, I let them off the lead and then they run to Sean and straight into the house (because after walkies comes food). We have done this a million times over and never has anything went wrong. WELL – not this particular morning. no no no ……Bear decides to divert on his way up the street into a little old lady’s house. He barges straight past this little old lady standing in her nightgown, straight into her house! The look of horror on her face!
I manage to retrieve the dogs from her house, apologising profusely on the way out, feeling that my face was tomato red, stress levels through the roof, but hey ho, I am on the way back across the street to the safety of my own house. WRONG. The dogs spot my husbands van now driving up the street and decide to take off in the direction of the oncoming van – I was not expecting this….I now have two dogs about 30kg each pulling in the same direction expectedly .And that’s when it happened….BOOM. Deborah hits the dust. In spectacular fashion, infront of my husband, two of his workers, the lady across the street, her son and his two children. Well, the tears came in floods. You know when your a child and you fall, its that instant crying before you even know if your hurt or not? Yup, that was me, a snivelling crying mess right there on the pavement. Gorgeous Deborah, just gorgeous.
Annnyhow. Got into the house…turns out my ankle now looked like a tennis ball, I have two lumps poking out of the top of my foot, I couldn’t walk and the dogs….well they were now firmly in the dog house, literally. Anyway Sean told me to stick some frozen peas on it and it would “be sweet”. I suffered on for the day and went to the hospital the next morning, only to discover they thought I had a fracture and give me a big dopey boot to wear. I was so upset, I spent so much time just looking at the stupid boot and wondering why would this happen to a good person like me?! (OK so I know its not the end of the world but come on guys, I am a pretty good person).
I wasn’t really mentally prepared for not being able to go out and walk the dogs or not train in the gym….for me, those things are just as much as mental well-being as much as physical well-being. Theres nothing like going for a big walk in the pouring rain and coming home to a hot bubble bath to process the day, or lifting weights in the gym and having to focus on the task in hand, when maybe your day has been so busy you’ve not had a minute to think. So for me, the thought of not being able to do that was pretty crap.
Fionnbharr gave a call after the whole debacle happened and advised me to come into the gym as he had a plan of what we could do, the boot was welcome at Virtu….he also told me he would carry me up the stairs if needed with Claire (Claire I am not sure that Fionn actually consulted you in this offer, if not I am sorry!). I was literally delighted to hear it, not about being carried up the stairs, but the fact that I wasn’t going to be missing out. So off to the gym I went, three times per week as usual, doing lots of mobility and lots of upper body stuff…people told me I was mad and silly for going to the gym when I cant even walk properly. That may be a fair point, but where there’s a will there’s a way. We also have a laugh doing a video for Virtu of the boot and me doing some Z presses. I was a natural behind the camera (JOKE).
So the take away note from this – Bear and Goose are too crazy for their own good, I am now hobbling around with a stupid looking boot on my foot, but silver lining is that the boot is now an internet sensation because of Fionn’s video and with all the upper body sessions I will be built like Arnie in no time.
Thank you to Fionn for having me back in the gym, and also for being flexible around times etc.
BUT the biggest THANKS of all has to go to my Husband Sean (if you don’t like soppiness then just x out now, I only do this kind of stuff on a rare occasion so its not too bad). Thank you for everything. The lifts to and from work, the lifts to and from the gym, walking the two crazy ass dogs, making dinner, bringing home a little treat for a cup of tea to cheer me up, taking me to hospital appointments, and everything else in amongst all the other stuff you have to do in a day, not to mention listening to me cry and moan and complain and hobble at an excruciatingly slow pace . I really appreciate it. Without you I would honestly be lost.
Anyway – peace out.
Love Deborah and the boot.