Ow. Ow, ow, ow, OWWWW!
Can you tell I started serious gym training today? Now my shoulders aren't talking to me.
I committed today to supporting three different charities over the course of the season. So there's no way I'm going to wander on to the field like an idiot and not be strong enough to throw!
Ditto wandering on half-fit and half-fat looking like a bread pudding in a kilt.
And again wandering on hoping for the best vis-a-vis experience with real throwing gear.
The realities of building my new Princess Fiona-like physique are biting down somewhat!

Did some intensive ringing around today to settle roughly which Games I'll be attending; the second one I called (a guy called John Robertson) mentioned Stephen Aitken from Middlesbrough, who doesn't throw much if at all these days, but still trains. So I looked him up, got his mobile number, and now I'm going down to Thornaby next week to train with him and his guys! He was incredibly helpful, and basically will help me train up for the Games as much as I want or can take between now and my first Games in May.
How awesome is that? I can't wait for next week now.
In the meantime, I have shot put coaching tomorrow night, gym with Sadistic Eddie on Wednesday, gym again Friday...
This is going to HURT. But it's so going to be worth it!