Showing posts with label skipping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skipping. Show all posts

Friday, July 22, 2016

Games kit 2016

Phew! What a scorcher of a week, eh? The sort of week  you sleep on the top of your bed with windows open hoping nothing buzzing comes in overnight but my mind is elsewhere right now getting ready for being away next weekend
A  part of that is going to involve some physical activity in form of games, no not board games but the sort of games you had as part of your education at school although this will be more for fun than winning for your house team.
Games definitely involves physical exertion which takes us into the area of one's PE Kit, the failure to bring in did get me in trouble a few times in my school life but I shall bring mine with me including this yellow cotton top.

Proper green gym knickers

This is my tradition box pleated green wrap around PE skirt although I do have a navy blue one too.

White cotton socks cos something has to absorb sweat between your feet and my black plimsolls as sensible footwear was indicated as desirable by the event organizer and it is hardly the place for heels!

Friday, March 11, 2016

Bouncing about

It's been an odd week for emotions which at times it can be  with me cos when I really feel things then it just is sometimes to the exclusion of much else and there's a lot of that "help out your playmate" in me that shows when she's in need of it.
That took me back a bit in time mentally...
Time was when skipping just for the fun of it was one of my favourite activities outside of any formal games or PE usually involving a traditional knotted rope with wooden handles that actually I kept up until I was about sixteen.
Part of it I think was being in control of my body, making it move which with my disabilities is hard going as it feels often like there's several internal wires missing carrying that information so I can't 'summon' it to move to will, something that perplexed many an adult.
Actually I got pretty good at it.
The other side of it is it makes me feel very girlish, just jumping and skipping from side to side in a carefree way and I think I'm in need of carefree spaces so something like that say at next Camp might just be the thing ideally in pink gingham.