Monday treat

If one put on heavier weights than usual and decided it was nearly manageable, does she not deserve a monday treat? Yes she does! (Don't worry, fitness coaches! It's corn on the cob and not a mozzarella-dripping pizza. After all, it IS only monday...)

Theory session

Well, SOMEBODY needs to be the one to ask lots of stupid questions, so that others dare to ask THEIR questions, stupid or not... As the ladies representative I accept that responsibility.

Are you saying I can never pick and go from the scrum if I play flanker? Now come on, how silly is that!

Springtime please!

I never thought I'd get warm again. Hot shower didn't help. It took me four hours in sweats, socks and a hoodie underneath double covers (teeth chattering) until I felt ok. Springtime please!

On thursday the whole ladies team will assemble at the club for a theory session which I think everyone looks forward to a lot, not just the rookies. What do those second rows really do? What is the difference between first and second center? And what the hell am I supposed to do all the way back here alone? not to mention What position will I play this season?

Fatigue goes in, game plan goes out

Since tuesday training got cancelled (but why would the council clear our pitch from snow? That's an outrageous demand!) a surprisingly large number of players agreed to show up at the late training time on thursday instead. Those of you who weren't there - you missed out on something very special.

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Training consisted mostly of passing the ball in every possible way, and thinking ahead while doing it! Now come on, how hard is that? (Very.) This is the remedy to the famous white line fever and all other brain freezes during games, where you don't see your options because your mind is too slow. Brain needs practise too! We also played a bit of touch and noticed how, when fatigue goes in, game plan goes out.

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Now to the special bit. Not only (NOT ONLY!) was this great session led by someone who (do I dare say it?) not uttered one swear word, but it was also accompanied by positive remarks, smiles and laughter (not just us girls!). AND it was followed up by an email telling us how great we are!

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Scotsmen sure know how to surprise you...

Jump around hop along

Picturing myself in a cloud of snow, tumbling down Slottsbacken due to lack of spikes on my running shoes (and bad body control in general) I bailed on my team today. That's not all. I reached out to drag someone down with me in this moral downfall and succeeded - me and S went to the local gym instead to participate in what she called jump around hop along training... We both agreed we shouldn't settle for anything else than crawling out of there, since we felt we had to pay for the offense we committed against our teammates.

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As always, I checked out the competition (make no mistake, despite the so called relaxed atmosphere at Friskis it's always a competition) and felt like we were in with a chance. That's until we realised these other people had practised the moves and we, sadly, were newbies. I hear you thinking But how hard can it be, eh? Hard, believe me. Not so much the skippy jumpy bits, more the weird exercises the instructor apparently invented after watching G.I. Jane one time too many. Why would you do regular sit ups when you can pedal your legs and wave your arms at the same time? For someone with coordination like a spastic kid at a funfair this particular one proved impossible...

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The instructor also deserves a comment or two. Apart from his apparent flair for Demi Moore and semi-erotic work out positions he had a surprisingly girly scream to tell us when to move to the next exercise. AND his ass was the tightest mankind has seen since the Muscles from Brussels was in his 20's...it sort of hypnotised me and seemed to say You will NEVER be this fit. But what the hell. At least I crawled a little on my way out. Mission completed.

Scrumqueens

If, after the first contact session of the season, you come away with only a fat lip I think you should consider yourself lucky. Rucking was excellent - remember most of us have had a three month break from boshing friends around. In april our defense arounds rucks will be so low and hard no cocky second row can attempt a pick and go without regretting it!

TV coverage of the ladies 6 nations has been, well, non-existent so far...but for those interested there's always info and video clips to be found. I highly recommend www.scrumqueens.com to those who wants to stay updated about women's rugby around the world (they're also on facebook).

If you want to watch the France-Scotland game (despite it being extremely one-sided) here it is:

http://orange-sport.orange.fr/vod/cnosf/rugby-france---ecosse-2454.html

and if you want to see England's tries against Wales:

http://www.rfu.com/News/2011/February/News%20Articles/061102_Women_wales_report.aspx

On Saturday we start a bit serious with the annual members meeting, and then when England-Italy kicks off we hit the bar (not before the meeting like last year, please. You know who you are!). Rumours say some people plan to get shitfaced. Me? Would I?

the Buttkiller

How do one end up running TO running practise? It seems to me like a too ambitious idea... Well if the old cow behind the counter at the bus station refuse you to buy a student bus card you just might (because the local bus company doesnt accept the local student ID...now that makes sense).

Ladies team had record attendance tonight with seven happy faces! We were easily divided into two fashion categories: tight fit and baggy with holes in the crotch. Each to their own. We ran off to our usual dwelling behind the castle where unfortunately lunges and frog leaps were on the program... To finish the evening off we sprinted uphill and jogged downhill, sprinted uphill and jogged ah I think you get it. That exercise is now called the Buttkiller (for future reference).

See you tomorrow at the club for Wales-England - 6 nations kick off, WOOP WOOP!

Elevensies

The downside of suddenly training four times a week: I'm constantly hungry! Seriously, I just had dinner and I'm starving again. Being this ambitious is proving to be scaringly expensive... I've had to talk with a private food consultant who recommends not just lunch and dinner but also elevensies and supper (not to mention the afternoon snack). I now understand a hobbit's point of view!

Alright then. Bring on the nosh!

Superfitta

Superfitta 1) plur. adj. av eng. fit att vara mycket vältränad(e) 2) subst. det som finns i Wonder Womans trosor?

Allvarligt talat, har vi inte alla en akilleshäl? En hatövning som varje vecka får en att vilja låtsas att man sträckt sig preciiiis när det är tio minuter kvar av träningen? För några av oss är det Herr Müller såklart, några fasar för ups and downs medan vissa snyftar vid bara tanken på 75 sekunders kullerbyttor i full fart. Men vi gör det ändå! Varför? För vi vill vara superfitta såklart!

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