A day on the Peninsula

The first stop of the day was Genesis Rothwell.  I survived my Muay Thai hour and it was fun.  I found a photo of Mark so you can see how intimidating he can look.  But, don't that scare you, we had so much fun and he even complained that I was smiling too much.  It was a great work out for relieving stress.  I am sure it'll get harder when I get the techniques correct.  In case you were wondering, Mark didn't seem to notice my intricate fiddly braids and twists but they stayed put for the work out.  Next week I'm going to wear a feathered hair piece and see if anyone notices.

Then, after a shower, off for a girly time at Beautiful you in Margate.  I got a pedicure and a gorgeous bright shellac polish.  One of my daughters got a hair cut and the other got to play with some Lashes, eyelashes.  She looked like the cutest little drag queen.  The Lashes eyelashes are amazing and not Kardashian-like at all.  Toni the owner and I had a funny conversation but I will save that for another post.

 I think my feet now have magical powers

Our last stop was to meet my aunt for lunch at Sangas in Scarborough on the waterfront.  Leonie always has great fresh sandwiches and very yummy homemade treats.  Today she had some delicious brandy, chocolate and pecan balls. I bought some for my daughters and then tried to convince them they were yucky.  They still ate them.  Selfish girls.

We are so lucky living on the Peninsula.  Beautiful weather, gorgeous water views, great shops, even better locals.

Pre Post - Kick boxing torture

Usually I write a post after an event but today I am writing before it.

This morning I am meeting Mark Kowalewycz from Genesis Rothwell.  He is a personal trainer, Muay Thai (kick boxing) champion but for an hour of today he will be my personal torturer.  We are doing  one-on-one Muay Thai training.  Because I will not be able to lift my arms and write afterwards, I am going to give you run down of the morning in advance.

An hour before I am due to meet Mark and I have to decide what to wear.  I want to look tough, street smart and confident.  I wish I had time for a tattoo.  My hair needs to be tied back.  I think I'll do variety of braids and twists. I think Mark will really appreciate the intricate fiddly details.  Deodorant, lip balm, a spritz of perfume and I am really to kick some Kickboxing champion ass.

I get to the gym 5 minutes early, enough time to empty my bladder.  I walk out of the toilet and see Mark and I need to empty my bladder again.  This man is huge, tanned, spiky blonde hair, if I wasn't so intimidating looking myself today I would be intimated.

We head upstairs to the arena, the bounce is slowly coming out of my step, my happy smile is gradually turning into a grimace.  I am not sure what happens over the next hour but it ends up with me in tears on the floor crying, my braids are loose, damp and frizzy, Mark doesn't look impressed and I need assistance to walk to the car.