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:

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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…

King of Pain

Yesterday’s dentistry continues to vex me today. However, if honest, pain is at levels far lower than 24 hours ago, even with the benefit of three times the normal dose of injected numbing shiz… which tastes awful when the dentist fires it into your mouth and almost chokes you with it. It wasn’t all bad though, I got a commission out of it. All that needed was to destroy my mouth in the process.

Easy game.

This morning, I finally went and talked to the Health Club about Mental health and exercise plus other shiz. It all went remarkably well, considering. I had a receptive audience, who understands what needs to be done. We will see.

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Oh yeah, and the Bond 25 trailer’s due on Wednesday:

At least we’ve stopped trying to dress up that Mr Craig’s over 50, but honestly…nothing here screams of the originality that’s supposed to be dragging this franchise into the 21st century. Yeah, I know, it’s only 20 seconds, but what you stick in your promo is a big deal. However, whatever happens tomorrow, this is already a done deal for me. I’ll wait for it to hit DvD.

I’m not shelling out cash to see this at a cinema. The last Bond I did that for was Skyfall, after which this franchise and me were done, and still are. You cannot make this character relevant, and if you did, it would break the concept. So, you either pretend you care, or you move on. It’s time to do the latter. When all is said and done, there are better ways to use my time.

I hear Knives Out is really worth a watch.