Day 4: I'm an athlete now
Updated: Jul 23
"I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by." Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt
Another day, another mental block. Thankfully, we had some great talks from David Jackson, of FBC Inferno, and Chloe McMahon, from Proximity, to distract us. And boy was I distracted. David introduced us to the world of Google Trends. Before I knew it, I was down a trending rabbit hole. If you ever get the chance to chat to David, just ask him something about anything. The more peculiar the better. Guarantee he will know some random, yet ridiculously interesting fact about it.
As well as that, Chloe came armed with more information than I have ever seen. For every question we had, she had example case studies and slides to help us understand. She gave us individual information packs, an infectious smile and so much of her time. For this, I would like to offer something in return. You mentioned you were soon to become an aunt. If I could offer you one piece of babysitting advice, it would be to never leave an 18 month alone (no matter if it was to get her an apple), with white walls and access to a bright purple sharpie.
After a day of trying to force an idea into my brain. I went home and decided I would go for a swim. Not only that, but I would cycle to the pool. You could say that it was somewhat out of the ordinary for me. Procrastination at its finest. Realistically, I probably haven't cycled since 2002. I had to borrow my uncles bike. I was scared for my life a solid 10-12 times during the 1.4 mile ride. At one point I just went round one of those - what I would usually refer to as - overabouts umpteen times because I couldn't remember how to indicate on a bike. Turns out you just lift up your arm and point. Who knew. Further to that, it took me 18 minutes outside the pool to work out how to put the lock on it. But none of that mattered. I had survived to write another blog. I walked into the gym with my helmet, also borrowed from my uncle, under my arm and what I assumed was an average amount of bike grease on my hands.
Turns out the pool was closed.
After giving the receptionist an involuntary disgusted looked when she asked if I wanted to go to the standard gym instead, I swiftly vacated the building and returned to my perfectly locked up bike. To be truthful, I was somewhat hoping I had put the lock on wrong and someone had stolen the bike while I was inside "contemplating" a gym session, so I had an excuse to call my uncle and ask him to come pick me up. But unfortunately, I was not so lucky. So once again, I took my life into my own hands and got back on my bike home.
The near death experience turned out to be worth it in the end. While I was busy getting over taken by every car, cyclist and power walker in the Twickenham area, my brain suddenly had a flood of ideas. Finally, I could start planning. Even if it was a day later than everyone else.