All posts tagged: sport

NaPoWriMo – Day Six: Ippon

Some throws you don’t see until your come back to yourself, recognise patchwork, Styrofoam squares, as ceiling. Understand you’re fallen and the smack of body hitting mat was you. NaPoWriMo Day Six: “write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks” I’ve moved away from the very short lines of my earlier poems so I decided that I’d go back to that in order to complete the Day Six prompt for NaPoWriMo. I’ve been a little under the weather this week so I’ve managed to fall a day behind unfortunately. Oh well, it’s only a day and I can catch up over the weekend. *Ippon – A winning score in Judo matches

Fake It Till You Make It – Not Letting Nerves Destroy You

When I get nervous I feel physically sick. This weight drops in my stomach, the back of my neck begins to prickle, and I feel like I want to leap out of my own skin. Sometimes I get to the point where I feel like I might start vibrating on the spot there’s so much nervous energy whirling around inside me. That’s how I feel every time I start to think about finishing my book and starting to look for literary agents. When the chance to submit to a poetry competition crosses my desk. When I ask someone to pass an opinion on my writing. Nerves are just something that I’ve had to learn to live with. As I’ve got older I’ve managed to reign them in a bit. The first two days of secondary school were hell mostly because of my nerves, and the way that they made me feel like I was about to puke my guts up at any second. These days I’m able to remind myself that it’s okay to be …

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine

I Remember I remember that feeling you get in dreams, where your legs feel like lead weights and no matter how hard you push, you can’t make them move fast enough. I remember the headteacher’s voice coming in over the loud speaker to announce to the parents that I was either finishing the last race or coming first in the next. I remember crying afterwards and swearing to never run a relay again.

Make Way For The Blonde Bombshell Going For The Try!

I make no secret of it, rugby is about the only sport I’ll sit down and watch, and it’s probably the only one I actually have any understanding of. And that is all because of one insane, wonderful person, Connie Morgan. You know those people you meet and just thing, yes, your mind works in the same weird, eccentric way mine does and we are going to be friend. Meetings in public places become an issue because your weirdness together actually stands a chance of freaking other people out and sending them running. Anyway. This amazing friend of mine has kindly agreed to run a feature here on Writing and Works in honour of the Rugby World Cup. [Yes I know we’re a little late to the game but we got here in the end.] Connie will be joining us once a week to share with us her take on the World Cup and all that surrounds it. As a past player, coach and more importantly, a die hard fan, this girls has blagged her …

SHE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How many of you remember the post “Look, Feet!”? Well it was just under a year ago and I’d managed to complete the Tatton Park 10K Race for life in one hour and eight minutes. This year I’m hoping to beat that time, and raise some more money while doing it. The man I’m running in memory of is my Grandfather Bill. He died just after I started secondary school, and I knew little, if nothing about him. What I have learnt since has been through the stories others have told me, and the more I learnt the more I wished I had got to know the man that they knew. He suffered with Leukaemia, but he also suffered from diabetes, Parkinson’s and heart issues. He was not a well man by any means, but I’m hoping that by raising some money for Cancer Research UK, that I can do my bit to honour his memory and show that even though I didn’t know him well, I still loved him as my Grandfather and that love …

Look! Feet!

This lovely pair of size three [sometimes four depending on the shoe] carried me to 10k the other week at Tatton Park! That’s right, I managed to complete my race for life and even raised a little bit of money as I did it. Yay me! For those of you wondering what on earth has happened to me over the last few weeks I’ll be posting a little later on to tell you why I seemed to drop off the face of the planet. Trust me. The excuses are many. [Apologies for the quality of the photo. My phone isn’t great for taking snaps.]