Sound Nomaden - The Trumpet
Worked 7-1 today. Bit of a busy shift, and lost one waitress to sickness midway through. I was on the buffet again, which involves lots of lifting and carrying and requires a certain amount of speed to remain in control. You don’t want to hear about my shift though, it wasn’t very interesting. I spent most of it cross-eyed in pain anyway. Last night, I somehow got coerced into attending a work…
Right. So that gives me five months before I start training, and five months and two weeks before I panic.
And five months three weeks before I injure myself.
What we might call a toe-eye view of the world. As a barefooter, I am intimately connected with the immediate ground, dealing with each footfall as it occurs, planning no more than two or three steps ahead at best. Rocks, stones, and sand all present different challenges to the naked foot, with no thick, padded shoe sole to mould to and compensate for the sharp terrain. This view, both visual…
Barefooting in the Surrey Hills
My goals for 2015 are:
That is all.
Today was one of those days where I got home from work, sat on my mattress on the floor of my small and imperfectly formed bedroom, and wondered - not for the first time - what the hell I’m doing with my life.
Seriously, answers on a postcard please. Where do I go from here?