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Day 2 of the blogging every day task. I suppose the fact that I made an effort to start a post must count for something. The big freeze is still upon us. So much so that we had to import grit. Yes, you did read that correctly. We imported dirt for our roads. I don’t know where to start with Ireland the weather. Because honestly we do go slightly over the top when the smallest bit of snow falls. We’re well used to the rain, so Noah would have to set up a relief fund before we take it very seriously and procliam the end of the world is nigh. But the snow, well it gets headlines all over the place. 1cm fell overnight proclaims one broadsheet, 2 cms and falling at an average of 3 flakes a minute report a red top. We may all freeze to death proclaims family trapped behind 2 of the aforementioned 3 snowflakes pictured in another red top whilst sipping hot choclate and watching Ryan Tubridy on d’telly. Its ridiculous. Yes, it was colder then normal, yes the roads were treachrous. But we closed the airport and Dublin Bus refused to budge until there was more grit on the road. So the council went onto ebay and bought it by the bucketload. Pun intended.
Despite the severity of the weather and only the brave(everyone) heading out into these harse conditions I went training last night. I paid up for the yearly membership as there was a sale and this is a lot more motivating then 15 euros every class. Parting with a large sum of money and not seeing the fruits of your labour straight away has a way of making one more motivated. Another great motivation during the class was Katie “I’m kissed a girl and they won’t stop playing and remixing this damn song” Perry. Sure enough, a dance beat and stupid lyrics and I was having great fun with the bag. The actual punchbag as opposed to Katie Perry. My grading, all going well will be at the end of Feb when I hope to climb to the lofty heights of a yellow belt. Everyone has to start somewhere. One of their cheesy catchphrases is “A black belt is a white belt that didn’t quit” which I don’t quite subscribe to, but sometimes it helps to know that even the likes of Bruce Lee had to start somewhere. Even though I secretly believe he arrived out of the womb in that classic jumping sidekick position he is famed for. Which might have been a tad uncomfortable for his mother I fear.
