So, October is going to be marvellous. Firstly, I am going to have a total BALL this weekend doing my little run, next Monica has just announced BABY NEWS!!! And Saturn has given up taunting me, according to the Who Magazine Horrorscope. Besides that, I declined the job offer due to far too much travel and lack of adequate compensation so am not stressing about that any more. I've cleaned my diet back up and stopped that stupid "heaps of meat" thing that gave me all those pimples (but did make me lose 2.5kg in three days). My love affair with beetroot and capsicum continues. And salmon. And water. Remembering to drink water. And I got my prescription filled for my back tablets that have that side effect - mild euphoria. Realised my promise to Dad of skyping him from the train was a bit far fetched - luckily he hasn't been on line during my commuting hours. I cannot imagine having a dad conversation on a packed peak hour train. That wasn't well thought out.
I have packed for tomorrow night. All comfy pumpfy clothes, not a high heel or dress in sight. Let the comfort begin - God knows I am going to need it Saturday night.
Saw a man on the train yesterday. He was quite old, around 70 ish. He was so thin that the back of his head was a funny shape, the bones of his head were terribly visible. He had what looked like Leprosy in his scalp but was probably bed sores / dry skin / scabies. He had terrible skin on his face, all scabby. His hands had big black marks on the skin where something had gone wrong. He smelt really bad. I felt really really sorry for him and had I had more time, would have asked him how he was (I just saw him as I queued up to get off the train). Under his hand was a box with a brand new plasma screen TV in it. I have no idea where this man belonged, and I hoped to dear god that he wasn't in a nursing home, but feared that was exactly where he was being looked after. Having worked in Private Health, I know how these places work and it isn't always good. I thought about this man on the way home. I thought how horrible it would be to end up like that. Then I thought about how relatively young and healthy and fit I was. And there is no good reason at all why I cannot run this marathon this weekend. I might not have trained properly, but I will be ok. This man has no chance of running through the bush and feeling the exhilaration of finishing, or even starting for that matter. So, make hay whilst the sun shines people. Or, in this case Sonia. I can bloody well do this!
I have packed for tomorrow night. All comfy pumpfy clothes, not a high heel or dress in sight. Let the comfort begin - God knows I am going to need it Saturday night.
Saw a man on the train yesterday. He was quite old, around 70 ish. He was so thin that the back of his head was a funny shape, the bones of his head were terribly visible. He had what looked like Leprosy in his scalp but was probably bed sores / dry skin / scabies. He had terrible skin on his face, all scabby. His hands had big black marks on the skin where something had gone wrong. He smelt really bad. I felt really really sorry for him and had I had more time, would have asked him how he was (I just saw him as I queued up to get off the train). Under his hand was a box with a brand new plasma screen TV in it. I have no idea where this man belonged, and I hoped to dear god that he wasn't in a nursing home, but feared that was exactly where he was being looked after. Having worked in Private Health, I know how these places work and it isn't always good. I thought about this man on the way home. I thought how horrible it would be to end up like that. Then I thought about how relatively young and healthy and fit I was. And there is no good reason at all why I cannot run this marathon this weekend. I might not have trained properly, but I will be ok. This man has no chance of running through the bush and feeling the exhilaration of finishing, or even starting for that matter. So, make hay whilst the sun shines people. Or, in this case Sonia. I can bloody well do this!
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