Once upon a time, 6pm on Friday in London was time to down tools and head immediately to the pub. But something has changed – and it smells like lycra.
Happy Wimbledon! The season of cheering on Andy Murray, eating strawberries and cream, and queueing has begun. And now you can add ogling over this trainer to your busy schedule . Designed by Stella McCartney for Adidas, it’ll be worn by the likes of Danish Caroline Wozniacki and Russian Maria Kirilenko for their matches. It comes with layered mesh for breathability and special Adiprene cushioning in the forefoot to help when bounding out to hit the ball. You can pick up your own pair for £100 now. Or make like me and just stare wistfully at it.
VITALS: adidas by Stella McCartney Barricade Shoes from adidas.com, @adidasUK; wimbledon.com, @Wimbledon
Today I ran the brand new Run Hackney Half Marathon. You may have noticed it was a scorcher of a day. This was a shock to my system, as the many half marathons I have run (*cough* two) have both been on cool-ish days. It resulted in me crossing the finish line in a state of mild delirium and proceeding to drink a bottle of water, an energy drink, a can of coke, a glass of water, a protein shake (blended with a Mars choc ice. Don’t judge!) and another glass of water, all within approx one hour.
Ever been at something awe-inspiring (Taj Mahal/peace summit/ Britney concert. Hey, we’re not here to judge) and everyone’s totally lost their minds, taking ba-jillions of photos on their smartphones. And you’re cursing their inability to just “be” in the moment. You’ve adopted a serene expression as you think, ‘Look at me, just soaking this up and recording it in my actual memory not my SD card.’ But really, REALLY, you’re an internal quivering wreck, just moments away from breaking and screaming, ‘Screw the moment. Take my photo here, now here, now here, now from this angle, now in this pose, now in front of this, now with my hand here. Again, again, AGAIN. PHOTOGRAPH EVERYTHING.’
Commuting time is the ultimate dead time. At best, you can hope to read a few pages of your book (drivers, this does not include you. Eyes on the road please) At worst, you’ll stare blankly at the floor and come to the conclusion that your life’s work is meaningless.