Pat is a lady of my age and very genteel. (And she always smells lovely.) Ffion is a teenager who punches like Henry Cooper. I feel all weak and feeble already.
Pat wears bracelets and necklaces even to training; if I wore my bracelet I would either:
or get tangled up in the equipment.
I sometimes wonder how I came to be so inept. But I've come to the conclusion that my stupidity is part of what I like to think of as 'my charm'.
As long as I can keep believing that, I won't be overcome by inadequacy. Maybe.