Coaching
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The Fiat 500, London Table Tennis, and the M25’s Secret Weapon
With the Cayenne sitting uselessly on the driveway following yesterday’s ‘limp mode’ betrayal, Plan B was officially activated. I set off at 7 AM this morning feeling a touch apprehensive about taking our little Fiat 500 up to London for… Continue reading
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Enigma, Monastic Flooring, and Coming Out as a Penhold Player
Half the hallway floor was laid this morning before we even realised the LVT Monks had arrived. There must be an unwritten rule banning noisy power tools from their vans. They smiled, shook their heads politely when offered refreshments, and… Continue reading
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Committee Meetings, Corporate Memory, and the Table Tennis Hot Potato
Notebook prepared, background research complete, and briefing papers thoroughly annotated, I set off for my first major meeting as a new committee member of the local table tennis association. Continue reading
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Blank Canvases and Boiled shirts
I set off for Marlborough feeling quietly excited about the day ahead: I had a mindset coaching session booked with a young, up-and-coming table tennis star. I did, however, need to keep a strict eye on the clock. My schedule… Continue reading
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Imposter Syndrome, Island Roots, and the Perfect Grip
I was so ridiculously excited about my morning table tennis session that I spent the entire drive down lecturing myself like an over-cautious parent. I had to keep mentally pulling on the handbrake, reminding myself to calm down, stay focused,… Continue reading
Forwards and occasionally sidewards - everyday musings of life 