Last night there was an armed robbery on our road - about 200 metres away from us. Dexter and I both heard the gunshots in our respective houses and both assumed it was fireworks. "I thought it was Diwali!" was his response when I asked him if he'd heard them too. To my credit, I at least knew that's what it wasn't. On the plus side, nobody died...but my safe little haven doesn't seem so very safe any more. Stop bursting my bubble Reality!
AND Dexter turned traitor today and visited the beach without me. I dragged Dad off for a jog instead. Oh, I've missed my running. It feels absolutely brilliant to be back in the beat. Everything's come alive again!
Although I've retained my flexibility over the years, I haven't completely split in about just as long. I think that's one skill that's too useful to let go of, so I've begun my stretches again. It's easier than I thought it would be: the key, is to relax. Your muscles tense in anticipation of danger, because your mind tells them they're not supposed to go that far - it's all in your head really - so once you relax your mind, your muscles follow and without your mind holding them back....why, you're a bendy-straw! All I needed was to get into the right frame of mind, and everything came back - the amazing thing is, your body still remembers everything it was ever capable of, even if you don't.
Plus (and I'm holding my head in my hands over this one), I woke up in the middle of the night and dialled Ordinary Guy on reflex. I really need to stop doing that! I even left him a voice message in my half-sleep state - and then lay awake berating myself for a half an hour after that for being so stupid. Thank goodness I don't drink, just the thought of drunk-dialling is shudder inducing - who knows what I'll say then.
Also, I really want a dog. A huge ass German shepherd. A bear of a dog (for my next birthday okay).
AND Dexter turned traitor today and visited the beach without me. I dragged Dad off for a jog instead. Oh, I've missed my running. It feels absolutely brilliant to be back in the beat. Everything's come alive again!
Although I've retained my flexibility over the years, I haven't completely split in about just as long. I think that's one skill that's too useful to let go of, so I've begun my stretches again. It's easier than I thought it would be: the key, is to relax. Your muscles tense in anticipation of danger, because your mind tells them they're not supposed to go that far - it's all in your head really - so once you relax your mind, your muscles follow and without your mind holding them back....why, you're a bendy-straw! All I needed was to get into the right frame of mind, and everything came back - the amazing thing is, your body still remembers everything it was ever capable of, even if you don't.
Plus (and I'm holding my head in my hands over this one), I woke up in the middle of the night and dialled Ordinary Guy on reflex. I really need to stop doing that! I even left him a voice message in my half-sleep state - and then lay awake berating myself for a half an hour after that for being so stupid. Thank goodness I don't drink, just the thought of drunk-dialling is shudder inducing - who knows what I'll say then.
Also, I really want a dog. A huge ass German shepherd. A bear of a dog (for my next birthday okay).
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