I love pizza. Those of you that have been on a pizza date with me will know that I usually ALWAYS order a margarita. Why? Because it is almost impossible to make a bad margarita. Below, in no particular order, are three pizza places in Manchester that make me happy to stray away from my safe yet satisfying safety net of cheese and tomato.
Solomons Cafe Bar – Withington
Wholesome and homemade. Here, I pick pepperoni every time. The cheese, the sauce, the meat, the base – all equate to the ultimate feel good treat. These pizzas could almost be described as the love child of an American and an Italian Pizza; Not too heavy. Not leaving you feeling too guilty, but still giving you the satisfaction of a good cheat day.
Slice – Northern Quarter
Stylish and sophisticated. Thin based, snack sized rectangles with a variety of bespoke toppings. My favourite is the proscuitto, buffalo mozzarella, rocket and tomato. The quirky toppings make you want to mix and match. Why have one, when you can have three?! Not only is the pizza ‘buono’, they also serve gelatos and coffee. I love this place because it leaves me with memories of my summer in Sardinia – Oh how I miss Italy…
23rd Street – Fallowfield
Sometimes you just want to get down and dirty. This is my go to, non chain takeaway pizza. Affordable and rectangular – yes please. It also looks really cool on snapchat… Not that that matters or anything! For those who prefer the more conventional circular pizza, they sell a mahoosive 20 inch pizza, that will knock you back in terms of any progress you’ve made in the gym that week. It sure tastes good though, so why not? The only thing that keeps 23rd Street from becoming the takeaway of takeaways is the fact that they don’t have curly fries. Hint hint.
Those of you that know me know that I have more than just a sweet tooth. Some of you may even describe it as an addiction.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that can go overboard with sugar. If we are to class sugar as an addiction, will raising the prices of sugary food really do what the government want?
The whole notion of an addiction is that one will do ANYTHING to feed that habit.
Instead of a sugar tax, perhaps there could be government subsidised good quality sporting classes.
I have found that the more active I am, the more healthy I want to be overall. The more I train, the less I want sugar.
Two and a half months on from leaving a heavily subsidised athletics group and only now have I realised the cost of being healthy.
I paid £220 for a fun and challenging 8 week boot camp with Nathan Cockroft. It was the best thing I’ve tried out so far. As a student I wouldn’t be able to support that for a whole year; £10 for a one off hot yoga session; One of the cheaper classes I found was Thai boxing at £4. The only problem was that I’d have to get two buses to get there. Two buses that wouldn’t be covered by my bus pass, not to mention the time spent travelling. Time that I struggle to find after uni, coaching, waitressing and Netflix.
The sport I can do for free is great, I love to run and do circuits in the park. But following numerous attacks in Manchester parks on runners, I wouldn’t want to train on my own with that fear.
We can’t be beaten by the bullies though. It is encouraging to read that there is a meet up in Fog Lane park this Saturday, as a response to a recent attack, to give sporty people an opportunity to train together.
At the end of the day it’s down to us. If we can’t afford a class, prioritise – Do you really need those expensive shoes? If the answer is yes, which it usually is for me. Stop complaining. Get a few friends together and go to the park. Do YouTube circuits.
2 and a half months on and I’m beginning to regret my decision.
The past week i have met with a few old friends. The conversation goes like this every time, them: “how’s running going?” Me: “I don’t run anymore, I just couldn’t find that hunger to run well.” Them: “I can’t believe that. You were so determined/dedicated/talented.” Me: “ughhhh.”
Maybe they are right.
I don’t know. Yes there is element of truth. Yes I do miss it. But there is more to me than that. What I do really miss though is the constant gratification that you get from running. Good races and bad races both make you feel really really alive. You have something tangible to respond to.
university is great. We have mocks, we get markers of where we are, but the adrenaline rush isn’t there. I find myself feeling bored.
So, I’ve decided to set myself a goal. Potentially a sporting goal. It needs to be something that will challenge me physically and mentally. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know!
I love you Diane.
I remember when we moved back from Norway. I was so shy. You dragged me out and knocked on every door on our road to try to help me find some children to play with. At the time I was filled with embarrassment.
Now I’m just proud of you.
A few months ago you beat me in a race. A few people approached me suggesting that I should be embarrassed.
I was in fact filled with pride. Not many 20 year olds have mothers that can put themselves on the line in a race against their own daughter.
As a child I remember watching you do interval sessions in Alberquerque. You looked so fast, yet so easy.
15 years later and you’ve managed to evolve and be great in a new field, building up your own charity into something really special. Your work hasn’t just been recognised by me, but also by your peers IOD NW Director of the Year – yaaas!
You did good Di.
Thanks for inspiring me.