Warbling my way through another song in the car, I was on my way to Center Parcs at Longleat for the family holiday. I’d waited for what seemed like years, though it were mere months, for this time away.
As with most holidays the time flew, and regrettably I had to say goodbye.
As it was a sporting holiday (yes I did say sporting), I came home thoroughly bruised, achy, and covered in oil – you know to ease my joints. I may not be a good dancer, but even I could manage the robot with all my stiffness.
For those of you who don’t know, cycling is considered the main form of transportation, besides walking and the land train. If you thought you were healthy before, you’d definitely come home twice as fit. The vast expanse of Center Parcs pushing your stamina to the forefront.
I’m terrible at cycling. When I was younger, our annual trip included extra family members. While they were sorting out their bike rentals, I pedalled outside on my very own pink, purple and white bike. As clumsy as I am, I did indeed fall off, landing uncomfortably on my arm. That was the first hour of the first day of our holidays. Yes, I had broken it.
Fast forward a good 10 years or so, back to the same bike rental building. I decided I would be brave and rent a bike for the week, though I hadn’t ridden one in years. I cycled from the shop to the villa and that’s where it stayed the entire week. I couldn’t believe how utterly rubbish I was at it.
Two years on, I decided this time that I wouldn’t bother with the hassle. I had learnt from my mistakes. Though my father and brother had gotten bikes, I resisted the urge.
After much cajoling I was made to use my fathers’ bike on occasion. A saddle sore bottom, scrapes and cuts across my legs, fixing chains more often than cycling, and a generic lack of enthusiasm, I realised the term ‘It’s just like riding a bike’ true meaning. It wasn’t so easy after all.
Even more spectacularly was Adventure Golf. As proud as I am to boast that I was the only one to have a hole-in-one, I was also the one that lost drastically. Go figure.
My favourite sport had been eating, and I regularly exercised my stomach muscles. They are now at their rotund peak. I will soon be ready to compete at Sumo Wrestling.
Through foraging in the woods with my newfound navigational skills, splashing and getting stuck in the not-so-lazy river part of the pool, and spending quality time relaxing and editing my novel, I have had a well-spent, exhaustively-happy holiday.
A shame it’s back to reality on Monday.