It was ABBA in the car on the way home from work that got my brain spinning out of its usual orbit. The intro beat and chords to “Does Your Mother Know?” blared from the radio and, with both eyes still on the wet road, my mind flashed back to being a kid again, and…
One step backwards, three steps forward
“My goggles. Have you seen my special prescription goggles? I don’t think I packed them!” I was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by mountains of clothing, kayaking gear, food bags, blankets and assorted miscellany that was yet to be packaged into boxes and bags and then two small cars, looking around…
wherefores
“Child,’ said the Lion, ‘I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy. What I write about in this blog is my story, and I am careful (insofar as it is possible to be so when lives touch, overlap,…
Mental wanderings post-meet
Mountains are really big. It’s a simple statement and not utterly profound, but until you’ve been surrounded by them and stood at the foot of even small ones, it doesn’t entirely hit home. They’re huge. So big, in fact, that you can’t see the whole thing when you’re up close. Daunting. And also somehow alive,…
Life with a Powerlifting Spouse: Guest Post by John Taylor-Hood
Vicky’s Note: A while back I asked John to write something about living with a powerlifter. I’m not sure quite what I expected, really. I know *I* find me hard to live with when training is particularly brutal so I was curious/a little afraid as to what he would say from his angle. I also…
