Heartbeats

Don’t tell anyone, but there’s been a fair bit of celebratory chocolate this week to see off the Difficult Poetry Collection. Guilt about this yesterday forced me out for an afternoon taking pictures: I need to be walking more, but weather is not helping. However, with all things considered, if there could be more yesterdays, I reckon a lot of issues would summarily vanish:

It was fabulous being out, too.

Part of me was worried that Spring was a bit earlier than usual, but looking at pictures from last year, I’d say it’s a bit later. Those pictures also confirmed I was walking to the Gym an awful lot more than is currently the case, so March will be a Walking Month. I am not going to be able to fundraise again and at the same time badger people to support my writing journey, so we are going to skip the Walk All Over Cancer thing. I will donate to them, however, because… guilt is expensive :P

This is not a relaxing mental space to be inhabiting right now. I can’t put my finger on exactly what’s wrong, but if there were to be a guess I’d say it’s a lot to do with committing myself to a path that previously I was not totally comfortable with. Now, however, there’s a far better idea of what is (and is not) doable and really, I just need to get on with it.

It doesn’t help that hot sweats have returned with a vengeance, that I’m getting so cold afterwards that this is being typed with gloves on. Bodies are strange things. It just requires a bit of planning when going out, and the understanding that hot’s easy to deal with, cold not so much. It’s another level of organisation: like remembering not to do the School Run the normal way, coz for three months there is a fucking huge hole in the road causing a lot of traffic chaos.

When it happens enough times, you remember to get prepared.

Talking of prepared, As Velo Essex is closed roads, and has two flavours (50 and 100km) I’ve nabbed a 50km place. Husband will be doing full whack, around an area which was used for the Tour de France when it came to us. The website’s crashed this morning for registration, but we both got in early being members of British Cycling. It is already looking like a bit of a grin.

Better start looking at a training plan, I suppose…