I recently started listening to The Joe Rogan Experience podcast with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu fighter Jean Jacques Machado. Jean Jacques Machado mentioned that much of their training was how it transferred outside of training. This got me thinking how indoor bouldering and climbing after a year and a half has transferred away from the climbing wall.
Sea photo relevant later
Indoor bouldering and climbing, no shit isn’t a martial art, yet many elements are similar. Repetition, confidence, practice, breathing, trusting your instincts, understanding why’s, timing, reactions, strength, flexibility, balance, agility, coordination and of course fun. With each climbing grade or level comes new challenges. Sometimes it’s a new move or in my case more heel and toe hooks, another layer of strength but most of the time it’s breathing, believing in yourself to let go of the good hold for the hold you’re doubting you can make. When you finally make the commitment, usually you’ve got it. If you miss and fall, well, you’ve had falling lessons, try not to alter Continue reading “Stepping Out My Comfort Zone”
I’m not sure what’s happened. A leopard never changes its spots, right?
I always thought by not dying my hair I got out of hair treatments and expensive trips to the hairdressers. I mean no damaging bleach or other chemicals got me a free ticket to good hair. I found myself sitting in the hairdresser’s chair this week laughing at my self wondering what’s happened to me. Back in my 20’s you’d never have found me in trainers, duvet/puffer coats, wearing less make up than I wear now, using cotton toe as a handbag, having higher maintenance hair or even long healthy looking hair.
Now I wear trainers. This is thanks to being told after nearly tearing my Achilles I can’t wear heels or plimsoles anymore not that I was wearing heels back then. I wore slip on or lace up plimsoles. Only low heels or trainers were allowed as they were kinder to feet. Trainers were in the rehab stage Continue reading “What’s Happening To Me?!”
Every time I see one of Barcelona’s many cheeky parakeets a massive smile’s plastered on my face. Maybe it’s how they use the streets as arial streets, the flash of green as they fly by that does it. Maybe it’s how growing up in the English country side, tropical islands, animals and birds were only found in books, on TV or in day dreams. Our neighbour had peacocks which was as tropical as it got.
I’m not sure how colonies started appearing throughout Spain. Legend has it some escaped from shipping crates at the port or airport back in the mid 70’s. Continue reading “Cheeky Parakeets”
With summer just around the corner in 2 weeks, I noticed the other week how much I’ve acclimatised to the Mediterranean climate.
One day running last week it wasn’t a particularly hot day for here, about 24C. I was running later than I wanted around 2pm. A big no no running the heat but I was fine. I walked only because my legs were tired from running the beach, not from the heat. Passing a group of Brits in their early 20’s Continue reading “Heat Acclimatisation And Becoming A Local”
If there’s one thing I learnt this past weekend there’s a reason why there are stylists. What might work and look good in the mirror when translated to a photo can leave you feeling WTF was I thinking. That was my outfit pick Sunday. My excuse it was a shower and go after a run with transport a motorbike. I need Cher’s infamous Clueless wardrobe when a girl needs a little styling magic!
I hope you’re having a great week so far! I swear if it wasn’t for photos Continue reading “Weekend Catch Up and Randomness”