I’ve been a disaster at writing lately. Between traveling, work, and life and general, inspiration has been evasive. To be honest, I feel like I’ve been having some sort of a life overload, like my brain is having a meltdown and needs to re-boot.
The one constant in my life has been Titch’s devotion. Every minute of every hour that I’m home, there she is, sitting on the back of the sofa by my head, asleep at my side when I go to bed at night, wrapped around my feet when I come through the door.
Some people go to the gym, read a book, soak in the bath or surf the web to relax. I hug my cat.
I’m heading off to bed soon, I have every faith that Titch will trot up the stairs behind me.
Tomorrow, I have an appointment with the quack to get a medical certificate which I need before I can run the marathon in Paris next week. I’m nervous, but last night I ran 20km and could have kept going. I’m not as afraid of it as I was a week ago. I’m a bit sore today, but I think I know what I can do now. I know to go slow. I know to listen to my limbs. I know that “Mass Destruction” by Faithless at 9km per hours = .50km. Same goes for “I predict a riot” by Kaiser Chiefs. So, 1 Faithless + 1 Kaiser Chiefs = 1km In other words, bring the 1-pod and get the play list right.
I’m going to breathe, have a glass of wine and say goodnight. I promise, I won’t go quiet for so long again.