Suzanne Harrington: This week I am mostly supporting my kid, and not asking stupid questions

"I’d expended lots of energy keeping him and his sister alive and well, and didn’t want sport to undo my good work. Play football, I urged him. Then you can throw yourself to the floor screaming if anyone touches you."

Suzanne Harrington: won't be competing at your local Muay Thai fight-night. Pic: Andrew Hasson

My kid isn’t speaking to me. We haven’t fallen out, he’s just too hungry to talk. 

He’s cutting weight. On the washing line, a metallic silver two piece (like something I’d have worn to raves in the 90s) flaps in the breeze; it’s a heat suit, made from the kind of material favoured by astronauts. You seal yourself into it and sit in a sauna, like a more scientific version of the fat guy wrapped in cellophane in The Full Monty, and sweat out your excess weight.