Cal Crutchlow

This time last year Mum and I were in Barcelona. The purpose of our trip was to attend the Catalunya MotoGP in Montmelo (and we had fun using Instagram to follow in Jorge Lorenzos footsteps)

My first gp abroad intensified my obsession with the sport (and of course the riders). Fans of MotoGP are very much like massive family – It doesn’t matter what your nationality is or which rider or team you support, we all get along. Mum and I left our hotel and walked towards Passeig de Gràcia, where swarms of people wearing T-shirts with 46 (The Doctor is popular everywhere and rightly so) 26, 99 and 93 (he’s Spanish after all) were walking in the same direction as us; we jump on the train and sat opposite two lovely Spanish ladies, one a Marquez fan (she seemed nice so I didn’t hold it against her) the other a Dani Pedrosa fan (love him). When you arrive in Montmelo there’s a short walk to the circuit – just follow the crowds through the streets (it very much reminds me of Twickenham on match days – people selling food, drinks and memorabilia outside their front doors) When we reached the circuit we saw the warm up sessions and I managed to get some good-ish pics of the boys and their toys before we walked down to our stand to find our seats.
Race time!! We watched the little buzzy bees of Moto3, our very own Danny Kent won – Yay!! Moto2 followed seeing Zarco win and Sam Lowes finish in 4th. Then it was the big boys turn! I was wearing my I💛VR T-shirt (it was a tough decision between that and my Dani one) and mum wore her Vale one too. We were surrounded by Spaniards wearing Marquez tops and caps. Marc crashed out of the race – I punched the air and my three faves (Jorge, Vale and Dani) went on to take the podium steps.

Crashes happen all the time, Cal Crutchlow can vouch for this (he’s always in the medical centre, stressing out his poor wife Lucy) I said I punched the air last year in Catalunya, I did; Marc crashing meant my fave riders got the trophies, but I never wish any of the riders harm. Lets say 90% of the time the riders get back on their feet, looking like Michelin men if the airbags have gone off (this was Marc last year, out of the race but absolutely fine just a little bruised); 9.5% they might need medical treatment, have some plates fitted to their collar bone or have an ankle pinned. Rarely does anything really bad happen. Yesterday however during free practice 2 that horrible 0.5% crash outcome occurred. Luis Salom, a proper little cutie, tattooed arms but with the most genuine smile and twinkle in his eyes crashed at turn 12 and tragically lost his life. Racing has its risks, all the riders know this, but racing is in their blood, they have such a passion for it. Yesterday morning Luis worn a T-shirt with this Nelson Mandela quote on “A winner is a dreamer who never gives up” These riders are very much living their dreams. Safety levels improve year on year and thankfully tragedies rarely happen, so when they do its extremely sad and upsetting. Ride In Peace Luis Salom #Mexicano39

I will enjoy watching the race this weekend from the comfort of my sofa, keeping my fingers crossed for all my favourites to cross the line in podium positions. I’ll next be trackside in September for the British round at Silverstone and then I’ll be jetting off to Valencia in November for the final race of the season – I can’t wait!!

That was a rather sad start to my blog this week, but as in use these posts as almost diary entries I wanted to write something the sport I love watching.

What have I been up to over the past week. Well in parts (the gym) not very much, in others (socially/dates) quite a bit. So last Friday I was on a half day at work and when I finished at 12pm I drove to The Rowbarge at Woolhampton to have lunch with my gorgeous friend and her adorable new baby girl. The sun was shining(ish) so we sat outside and enjoyed a glass of Pimms with our lunch and had a proper girlie catch-up. I also had a scrummy cuddle with Ellie, the cutest little bubba around. After lunch, I headed into town to have my hair cut (nothing exciting just a pre-holiday trim / weight loss aid)

Saturday was a rather lazy day, Mum and I popped into town for a little mooch around the shops (somehow I managed to purchase a new skirt for Florence – Oops) we then went round my sisters for a cuppa. Sunday my sister was out, but mum and I still went on our family Sunday afternoon walk. We didn’t go far, we drove into town and then had a little stroll along the canal. Sunday evening, was date night. I had another enjoyable evening with the cute Italian, we had dinner and then went back to his to watch a film.

Bank Holiday Monday – yay finally a Monday that I don’t hate! I went to my sisters for lunch so she could update me on the events of her Sunday. Then Sunday evening I had another date! We met in Portsmouth and had a delicious meal in Carluccio’s followed by some drinks in one of the bars at Gunwharf Quays. I had Tuesday booked off work as annual leave, so I stayed the night in Portsmouth and then spent the day shopping in Gunwharf. Actually I was well behaved and the only purchases I made was a top for mum and a fathers day present ready to give to dad. I did pick up numerous tops, dresses and handbags but somehow managed to resist (I think perhaps I’m coming down with something, it’s really the only explanation)

With my somewhat hectic weekend I didn’t go to the gym for a whole week! My first and only visit this week was Thursday nights HWP! Very poor show! I have even treated myself to new gym leggings to go with my new pink bra and top – I’m hoping my new outfits will motivate me and inspire me to get my Kim K down the gym (it hasn’t worked yet – But I’m certain Phil will help kick my arse Monday at PT)

I think I’m in for a quiet week this week. The countdown to Florence is in full flow now, I’m so excited, the 19th can not come round soon enough. We need to do some final planning, but other than packing really I’m ready and raring to get there. I will of course be down the gym throughout the week, trying to get back on track and lose a few more lbs (before I pile it all on with all the scrummy food and drink in Italy!)

Until next time, thank you for reading.

L x

Apologies I’ve been exceptionally rubbish the past week or so – Minimal gym visits, a serious lack of gin consumed and gaming appears to be on pause.

So last week I only worked out once! Worst week EVER!! I’ve not been feeling all that well the past few weeks, I’ve been feeling sick and had a really nasty pain under my ribs and back but despite this I still headed to the gym last Monday for my PT session. I was late arriving as I was in a meeting at work that overran, so when I arrived Phil was set to cram an hours workout into 45 minutes; well that was until I told him about the pain I had. Phil was concerned (see he’s a softy really) that my symptoms could be appendicitis so with that he ordered I stopped warming up on the bike and drove myself to the doctors to get checked out. Believe it or not, but I was actually really annoyed and disappointed to be leaving the gym without working out (I did however walk out of the gym looking the best I ever have, makeup and hair completely in tacked). I detoured to the doctors surgery on my way home and was impressed at how quickly I was seen. The doctor ran some test and gave me some antibiotics for an infection and sent me on my way. I managed to drag myself back to the gym Tuesday where I did my usual on the exercise bike and also went on the cross trainer then I got my cossie on and did 24 lengths in the pool which concluded my gym visit for the week. See I told you I was completely rubbish!

So I was happy and pleased to see Phil on Monday for my PT – Not that Phil or anyone else would think that I was happy to be there given Moaning Myrtle was out in force! Now as I’ve previously mentioned I’ve always been rather pleased with my derrière, but something has happened to it recently and i’m not happy about it. I told Phil and had him in hysterics.

Me: “Something has happened to my bum! It’s gone all jiggly and squidgy and I’m not happy about it! What the hell has happened to it?!? Is it this sodding bike? Has the bike ruined my previously pert(ish) bottom? I’m telling you that if someone was to hit my Kim K now they will sprain their wrist from the ricochet!”

Phil: (Laughing) “That’s so funny”

Phil assures me it’s not the bike per se, but is down to my gym visits and that it is a good thing meaning my workouts are working and it will firm up again. It had better tighten up – I’m livid with its current form.

After Phil burnt a few extra calories laughing at me he had me doing butt exercises – I don’t think he listened to me properly when I told him it had gone all jiggly and any muscles I had there appear to have gone into hiding as he was telling me to clench my bum, which is difficult when you don’t seem to have anything to clench!

I didn’t go Tuesday evening as I went back to the doctors for a check-up and was told all’s ok and that it’s probably just muscular pains. Wednesday is sister night so no gym. I went Thursday, bike and cross-trainer. I didn’t go last night which was bad so to make up for it I went today – Yes a weekend visit!! I had to get some new tyres so whilst they were being fitted I walked down to the gym did just over an hours workout before heading back to collect me car. A productive Saturday.

From this weekend through to November many of my weekends will be taken up with men in leather as the 2016 MotoGP season gets under way in Qatar. Tomorrow evening is race time and I’ll spend the entire 45 minutes with my fingers crossed for my favourite riders to do well. I’m very much team Yamaha, with Jorge Lorenzo hoping to maintain the World Champion title and the legend, The G.O.A.T, The Doctor Valentino Rossi hoping to get his 10th title following on from the nail biting final race in Valencia which saw Rossi start from the back of the grid following an ‘incident’ with Marc Marquez (I’m not a Marquez fan – in fact I risked getting lynched by his natives in Catalunya when I screamed and punched the air when he crashed out the race). Although I’m backing the boys in blue, I do (because its me and can’t just have one/two faves) I would absolutely love Dani Pedrosa to win. He’s come close numerous times but never seems to have luck on his side. I’m hoping that perhaps Jorge may have thrown the bouquet at the end of 2015 and Dani’s caught it. I will also be backing all the Brits: My buddy ‘The Honey Badger’ Cal Crutchlow, Local Lad Bradley Smith who I hope has another good year as there’s some uncertainty over Tech 3 renewing his contract for 2016, Scotty Redding is looking set for an amazing season on his new ride Octo Pramac bike. Then in Moto2 we’ve got Sam Lowes who has qualified in 2nd place for tomorrows race and the reigning Moto3 World Champion Danny Kent; another local lad who did so well last season to become the first British Champion since the late great Barry Sheene. Sorry for those not interested in bikes, this will all be very boring, but seriously you should watch at least one race – 45 minutes of slick calculated physical racing may have you sat on the edge of your seat and hooked like me (the men in leather is an added bonus)

I’ve been asked if I’ve been on any more dates since my last a few weekends ago, the answer to which is no. We have been exchanging messages however I’m just not really feeling it. There wasn’t a spark, I didn’t feel my heart racing. So no scrabble or game of life is occurring at present. There is a game currently on pause, whether I’ll hit play again anytime soon or hit the reset button I don’t know; I’ll keep you posted.

I think that’s about all I have to type about for this week – another rather boring one I’m afraid. I’ll try harder to have a more interesting week. Oh I have been asked to write a few posts starting in April, so I’ll definitely have things to blog about then, so watch this space.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

L x

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Ride in Peace Luis

Jiggly bum and men in leather

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