It was one of those days that I took a very hard look in the mirror and knew that something fundamental had to change. So, instead of drowning my sadness in a glass of red wine (usually my preferred option) I put on my trainers and went for a run…
What makes this blogworthy, is that I’ve discovered that I can actually run 5 miles (about 8 km) without stopping. Slowly. Steadily. A small, but significant accomplishment. Especially since I’m not exactly built like an athlete. Well, I have a pair of legs, but that’s where the similarity ends…
More surprisingly, I’ve discovered that I really enjoy running. O.M.G.! did I actually write that? OK, let me be honest here…the first 20 minutes are always agony and I keep hoping that the NRLI will actually ignore the drowning people and be on standby in case I collapse outside the lifeboat station… No such luck!
Still, once I get past that landmark, and head along the open stretch of coast between my home town and the next village, my head empties and I actually begin to enjoy the experience. I know it’s probably the endorphins kicking in, but somehow running makes me feel good in a whole new way. For an hour, I can forget about my worries, and just be. Nothing but me, the sea and my iPod.
Of course, being a goal-oriented individual, I’ve decided that 5 miles isn’t enough, and I’m now in training to see if I can actually reach the 13 mile (20 km) mark. Who am I competing against? Myself. Will I get there? Your guess is as good as mine. I’m in the running… And I am definitely going to have a good time trying.
I love my ipod Touch. Not only can I load all of the 500 CDs I own onto this small object of beauty, I have discovered a new source of pleasure. Apps! Who knew there were so many ways to channel one’s inner geek…
I sail, so I have the ‘Tidal prediction’ App, which shows tide tables for every known port in the world.(You never know when your ship might come in, but I’m holding out for the Bahamas). And I’m a practical kinda gal so I have the ‘Spirit level’ App (Yes, that would be my Virgo tendencies emerging). Of course the ‘Measurement conversion’ App really does sort the Dicks from the Toms and Harries.(Gosh darling, didn’t realise 6 centimetres was the same in inches!)
Actually, after recent romantic misadventures, I’d like to see the istore create the ‘Manometer’. This is an App which emits a loud warning siren when you are in close proximity to a narcissistic egomaniac who thinks he’s god’s gift to womankind. Works just the same for habitual philanderers! And, it comes preloaded with a ringtone that sounds curiously like your mobile phone, allowing you to exit stage left when the dire conversation makes you want to stick needles in your eyes rather than continue smiling through gritted teeth. Handily, this App can also scan any prospective romantic interest and tell you whether he’s all mouth and no trousers, or whether the attributes match the patter. Now that really is an App to die for…
A few people I know are having a mid-life crisis. This is evident from their interests. If they are female – in botox and butt surgery. If they are male – sportscars or other unsuitable hobbies seem to be prevalent- some of which involve other people and chest wigs, but not necessarily in that order.
I managed to get my own crisis out of the way when I was 25, and that sort of thing was fashionable. Besides, existential angst isn’t attractive when you are over 30. And it causes wrinkles. So I hoped I had managed to avoid it. Yep, people make plans. God just laughs. So anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion that I might not be myself of late. In fact, I think I am probably re-incarnating as a teenage boy.
What evidence do I have for this apparent transformation?
Well, amongst other things…I am wildly excited that they are releasing a remake of the original gamers movie – T.R.O.N. We never even owned a Playstation when I was growing up, so where this has come from is anyone’s guess. I’ve started surfing lessons (cue ‘unsuitable hobby’). Also, I am surgically attached to my ipod touch. And I’ve started listening to louche rockbands and having an overwhelming desire to sleep late and mooch around the house on the weekend instead of being a grown up and doing my chores like I know I’m supposed to.
Of course, all of this is really distressing. I’d much rather re-incarnate as Sugababe than a Sugar boy! It’s when I start wearing baggy jeans that hang down my butt, I’ll know I’m in real trouble.
Those who know me well will realise that one of my vices has got to be music – I’m having real trouble corralling my ever expanding CD collection and somehow I just can’t bring myself to download. Having a CD in my hand is akin to reading a book – it just feels better than one of those Kindle thingamies.
I was lucky enough to have a boyfriend who had really eclectic taste – he managed to wean me of Randy Crawford and Duran Duran. Well, I was young and foolish! Sorting through my music collection the other day, I realised that songs provide the soundtracks to our lives. There is always a song that reminds you of a person, a place or a time.
At my uncle Ian’s funeral earlier this year, we cried when the verger sang The Fields of Athenry. It reminded us of so many good times and was his favourite song. A few months prior to that we were celebrating and laughing at my sister’s wedding – of course our song was ‘We are Family’ by Sister Sledge. August was heartbreak month for me so John Mayer’s Battle Studies and Florence and the Machine’s Lungs would be blasting as I did my weekly commute into London and back to the coast.
The Noisettes and the Chemical Brothers make great driving music – but can lead to speeding fines on the M20. And finally, I associate Christmas with cheesy Andy Williams CD’s – and yes, I do have one of those. It’s coming out on Dec 25th.