Not a Groovy Kind of Funk

Another glorious day.

Simon informed me yesterday that he is ‘in a funk’. Not a groovy kind of funk. A ‘stuck in a rut’ kind of a funk (the kind of funk you fall into when you realise every day you get up, go to work, go to bed, rinse and repeat). I understand his loss of mojo, as I was in a funk of my own only last week. I solved my funk by launching myself into a variety of hobbies (blog, cello, muay thai). So I have attempted to lure Simon out of his funk with activities – figuring if he is v exhausted by non stop whirlwind of canoeing, bike riding and cliff walking he will not have enough time to indulge in funk. The whirlwind shall begin this weekend – we are taking life by the gonads and giving it a good hard shake.

Pondy is simultaneously delighted and appalled at my new found role of camp leader. I daresay in a few weeks time he will look back on his funk with a degree of sentimentality.

Went to circuit training last night and the 'new girl' was taking the class again. Normally circuits is commandeered by a pretty, short haired very ‘80’s’ inspired gym bunny complete with Madonna-esque head set. Her name is Sonia and she’s the kinda gal that would have worn leg warmers and g-string leotards over the top of bike shorts in the 80’s (like me… sob…). She must be on hols or something, cos a spunky little pocket rocket has been there for the last few weeks and the ratio of men to women in the class has shifted quite dramatically. Sonia has a pretty even mix of ladies and fellas, but pocket rocket is skewed approx 80 – 20 (men – women). She is tiny, has enormous bazookas and wears little tops to show them to best effect. Bully for her, say I! (In my youth this was the exact same combo I used to employ. Even in my dotage it’s one I pull out on occasion). The embarrassing thing is the way that men are reduced to giggling loons in her presence. The power of youth + norks in full bloom. It is also amazing how many men are concerned with ‘getting their form right’. Blokes who normally don’t give a rat’s what the instructor is doing are spellbound as she demonstrates push ups, sit ups and chest presses (they seem particularly concerned with the form of their chest presses…)