Occasionally I miss the person I used to be, then the feeling passes and I am reminded THIS is a better place.
I Go To Sleep
or at least I will, once I’ve kept up the promise of posting here. Week 1 has been largely triumphant. Of all the achievements, the most satisfying of all is inevitably the quality of my poetic output, which has been significantly nurtured by sympathetic writing spaces. There have been some totally top-draw pieces in the…
Run for Home
I appear to be doing blogs in pairs right now, mostly because they’re being fitted in between other tasks. That meant recording a podcast today, which on reflection should have been done on Monday. It’ll get programmed that way for next week. Today was also when I did my first 10 km for quite some time,…
You Wear It Well
This week has changed the game plan. A lot of that has to do with knowing I’m not happy with other people’s handling of mass participative events as someone with historic anxiety issues. Forget for a moment about all the other potential mental complications involved in next week’s Ride London, it’s all about knowing I’m…
I am officially now one those angry women with coloured hair who will destroy the sanctity of discourse with radical ideas that are clearly inflammatory and dangerous. I couldn't be happier, frankly. — 🌳 Sarah Reeson 🍀 Exposed Frailties 🌳 (@MoveablePress) January 27, 2020 I have gone Full Ariel with the hair dye. Should this…
Stupid White Men
And yet another ex-hero uses a position of privilege to chuck his toys out of the pram. This melanin-light male can get in the sea. :( https://t.co/0dcX2hsf4X — 🗿 Sarah Reeson 🗿 Unexpected Metaphor 🗿 (@MoveablePress) January 4, 2020 I used to want to meet this man. Brazil‘s been my favourite film since it was…
In bed at 9am last night may not be some people’s idea of enjoyment the Saturday before Christmas, but it worked for me. Considering how peculiar I’ve felt over the last couple of days, this morning’s full-on cold and only minimal mouth pain is an inconvenience I’ll be more than happy to live with. The…
Living by Numbers
Thanks to an article in Sunday’s Guardian I am now considering the concept of Quantified Self: a term coined by Gary Wolf and Kevin Kelly in 2007. The latter is an ex Wired journalist, former said magazine’s founder executive editor. Both are cited as founding fathers of the Quantified Self Institute in the Netherlands, whose aims are…
This week’s been fucking mental, it has. The 5 of 7 days with exercise is working out quite nicely: ideally I should break on Tuesday instead of Sunday, which is easily fixed going forward. Thus far, Fitbit has recorded 369 active minutes and we’re only at Saturday lunchtime. Steady momentum, meet consistency. I’ve today also exceeded…
When I began my exercise journey, there were blog posts about it. In fact, if you go search my archive, you’ll find them. Things were considerably simpler back then, which seems quite bizarre right now to say, considering how much fear was felt. A great deal has changed in that intervening couple of years, not just…
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