Monday, May 7, 2012

Michael scores a try

Michael plays rugby.  If you have never heard of it, it is a very physical sport.  It also scares me because it is easy to get injuries.  There are so many benefits though it is a great stress release and he gets to socialise with the other players.
Happy Michael shortly after the try

The most points in rugby are scored by getting a try.  A guy has to run with the ball and get it over the try line while the entire other team is trying to stop him from getting there.  Michael is a big guy and plays the position “lock” and don’t ask me what that means.  What I do know is that most tries are scored by the back line who are the smaller and faster guys. 
Michael is in there somewhere

There are things called rucks and mauls.  A scrum I know is when the guys all get together in a circle and they have the opposite of a tug a war they have a push a war.  A line out is a bit when you were in junior school and you desperately wanted somebody to throw the ball to you and when it accidentally landed in your hands you were the hero for the moment.

On Saturday Michael scored a try and I was so happy for him.  Two days later I am not that sure if I am happy for him.  Every sentence that Michael has uttered has included the words, “I scored a try.”
Michael had to take his scrum cap off, after the try his head got bigger and bigger.

I have a break from crazy science stories but sadly it’s no better now I am being told all the statistics about rugby and etc, etc.  If you have read my blog before you will know that I am very good at not listening.

I was never the sporty type myself.  I don’t have much co-ordination.  I practised for weeks to learn how to skip because the kids at school laughed at me.  Murphy ’s Law we never skipped at school again.  I was always last in races. I tried playing hockey once but when I saw those girls coming at me with sticks I ran straight off the field.  I played soccer for fun at high school but I always kicked the ball in the wrong direction and also ran in the wrong direction. Once my friend and I (both terrible at sports) played tennis against each other.  I don’t know how it happened but suddenly we had a huge audience watching us play and they were all laughing as if they were watching stand up comedy pffft.  I ran a longish race at school, everybody had packed up and gone home by the time I reached the finish line.

Jess has inherited my non sporty gene I am afraid.  She gets a lot of exercise at her school as she has to do laps around the sports field daily, so she is fit.  I have decided it is time to get fit.  I started before Carmen’s 21’st but things got a bit too hectic so I had to put the walks on hold.  I started again on Saturday.   I want to measure the distance but I calculate that I am walking about 4kms daily.   My body is protesting it really, really does not want to but my friend put a pic on facebook of a guy who was pushing his tummy in a wheelbarrow and now I am very motivated.  Jess decided she wants to do the walks with me.  I am huffing and puffing and she does not even sweat!  Today on the last hill before home I was seriously lagging behind but I was teasing and telling her to keep up. 

Here is a photo of me now.  I am going to put up another one in a month let’s see how it goes. 


  1. At least he's not wearing a pink jersey - en knap gedaan Michael!!!!

  2. Walking will get easier!  I'm going to start personal training tomorrow.  We can both get healthy!

  3. Great Jennie let's help motivate each other.

  4. Perish the thought Maryke I think if his club gets pink jerseys he will quit rugby.  Ha ha.