Apologies for my recent absence, life has been pretty manic over the last weeks, my birthday was just the start of the manicness (is that even a word?) and I mention it because I was at a rugby festival at our club for most of the day, my rugby family came up trumps! One of my fellow rugby Mum’s made me a birthday cake, the Under 10’s sang Happy Birthday to me under the posts and my Godfather got the welcome I knew he would from our Chair and First Team Captain! Epic day, I loved it! This was phase one of busy times I won’t bore you with the rest!
I must be mad! Its ok I can hear all that know me wholeheartedly agreeing with that statement because it is a fact! But let me explain why in this particular instance.
We all know I love rugby and we all know I love ‘my boys’ as I affectionately refer to our first team. Well because of my love for both I decided in my infinite wisdom to arrange for the kids to carry out a guard of honour. When I suggested that I do this I wasn’t aware just how much I would end up stressing over it!
You see our first team had a big quarter final game against Royston RFC in the National Junior Vase, and if they get through to the final they end up playing at the hallowed ground of Twickenham – no pressure lads! As this was a home game I wanted to do something nice for them that brought the club together.
First of all, let me start by wishing you all a very Happy New Year! It feels like forever since I shared my last musings on life as a rugby Mum and as you can imagine a lot has happened in that time. The most obvious being Christmas and New Year but we also had Remembrance Sunday, my college course started ‘proper’ and that thing called life!
Well following a lovely week in the sun in Lanzarote my rugby dude was away to Thanet Wanderers RFU this week and boy was I feeling the difference in the weather!
We spent much of our time discussing our various ways of keeping warm whilst watching our respective rugby kids! It was established that we have various grades of coat, this ranges from the lightweight waterproof, all the way through to the heavy duty all weather, furry hooded, fleece lined kind of coat that resembles a sleeping bag!
I’ve started drafting this blog three times now, let’s hope it’s third time lucky! I was going to rant about the recent suggestion that contact rugby be banned in schools, I ended up boring myself, I think we all know what my opinion is. Then I started writing about how I’d been roped in to help at the club and that was turning into a whinge and I don’t do moaning, so I sent both those drafts to the trash. Let’s face it there’s enough doom and gloom in the world without me adding to it by moaning.
So, the 2017/18 season is well and truly underway! It feels so good to be back, although time off was good, I do miss the rugby crowd when we’re not there.
This season is going to be a bit strange for me because I have decided to embark on a new venture, a venture which was inspired by my rugby dude and my amazing sports therapist, Erin Rose, I am going to be training as a Sports Therapist.
Earlier this month we announced an exciting partnership with Hard Edge Rugby coaching. Over the next few months we will be bringing you their great coaching tips, hints and advice.
However, they are now off to Chicago to coach in clubs and schools there, so we will be bringing you news of their experience in a regular blog until they return.
So here it is my first blog of the 2017/18 season, only seems like yesterday I was writing my last one of the 2016/17 season! My Sunday morning lay in will be a distant memory before I know it, oh sorry it already is!
So, for us the season started early as my dude had the opportunity to attend a three-day Harlequins Community Training Camp. Now ordinarily I wouldn’t mind but our road has a partial road closure, this however, means that my normal ten-minute drive to our club doubles. I must say that this is now becoming slightly irritating. Still, ten weeks down, two to go!