I've got Plank!

I won my first ever prize. Sure i passed my driving test (third time lucky) and got a medal in the 5k race for life.[- wouldnt it be great if this actually was a race for life! The loser loses their life! haha. I'd certainly have run faster. But in the great collective inclusive world that Breastcancer fundraising is, we all got medals- despite the fact that i proudly over took several other peoples girlfriends and relatives on my final sprint for the finish line with XSS chearing me on.] I am uber competative, if i am not the first one to finish my dinner, then i make sure that i win the prize for cleanest plate!

So anyways, i won the Jeremy Plank Award for Heart at Kickboxing today. It goes to someone different each month, so i dont get to keep it for ever, but here is my recording of it:

The Jeremy Plank award, i think i'm supposed to be the one on the right, but its not very accurate as my shorts dont look anything like that in real life.

I am dead proud. As proud as the kid who gets chosen to take home the class hamster for the holidays! I am not a good kickboxer, but at least i now know that my coach notices that i try.

P.S heres one of me showing off to my friends later that night.

LA Chic(K)

My manager (LA Chick) kicks ass. She phoned the counselling service for me, and told them that they need to offer me face to face counselling! Yippee. She even threatened to take them to our HR as they were 'discriminating against' me. Coolio. A fixed up, creative, relaxed, whistle in her step LE will be joining us soon, watch this space......

I Love Boxing Day

I am a kickboxer at heart. I'm not sure fighting is agreed with in the bible, but i certainly like to fight. Not to inflict pain, but to harness a skill and be able to be in complete control of a situation. It doesn't happen much in this world. Even if you get hit, your head is already thinking about where you might strike next. In your mind you never lose, just the timer stops you before you got a handle on that fight.

I go boxing near London Bridge and love it, and hate it.

It is so confusing, everything is very mixed up in gender issues, my social awkwardness and wanting to belong. Contact sport always makes gender difficult and although it is infantile, no man in my boxing class can approach me and ask to be my partner (even if there are no more men to pair up with) because it'll look like they fancy me, and for the same reason i cant cross the divide and ask any bloke either, they'll just look at the floor. Even though i am better than some of the guys so it would be a more logical pairing. So all that happens is i awkwardly approach the middle of the floor and stand there all alone until our coach, Q, identifies the unpaired man, and points out the obvious- this is your partner here.

One of the good things about my group is that from the word go we are expected to fit in, if your new you don't do less push-ups. However this also means that you never (or always) get to a stage where you feel like you've managed to get so far that you fit in.



Q, has issued us shirts and remarks on his blog that it has improved the standard of our class, and he feels people are putting more effort in now. But what he fails to notice is that perhaps this change is not related to us, but to his attitude towards us now he feels like we belong to his group.

Above is Lisa Brown, who has in my opinion an ideal body- how women should be, strong, able and natural. Its not about having perfect hair, but being estatic with yourself. Nothing sexier than sweaty people with scruffy hair who are having fun.

Right is another female boxer, i forget her name, who is estatic with herself but is not sexy as her hair isnt messed up and she is not sweating.

Its ugly isnt it?

Kitchen Issues:

No-one owned up, but i hope they felt bad.

Dear lovely colleagues,

There appears to have been an incident in our first floor kitchen:
On Tuesday 9th March at 13:02 I brought a very tasty (presumably) Ginsters Steak Slice and lovingly placed it on a shelf in the fridge, nearest the door. However, Imagine my horror when going to visit it today, it has GONE!

I therefore believe that someone, obviously accidentally, has eaten my steak slice. Don't worry about it, it was only my lunch. Eating is overrated. I hope you don't feel bad; it was a family airloom and of significant emotional value, in fact the only thing that i had left that reminded me of... well the co-op.
I hope you enjoyed it, as much as I would have done.
LE

P.S If anyone has seen 'people from the other end of the corridor' down our end with crumbs around their mouth please let me know. Or forward them this email. Thanks.