•Wednesday, June 02, 2010
A mate of mine recently pointed out that I hadn't updated my blog in a while... so I figured it was probably time to do that.
What do you know? It is the second day of June already... where exactly has this year gotten to?? When I was a kid, life used to take an eternity. A year was an eternity. But I didn't look forward to the end of each week and the end of each day in the way that I do now. I enjoyed school.
I liked interacting with people and learning. I may not have been "cool" but I wasn't bullied enough to make it miserable. Part of it also was that I was good at school. Learning was easy enough and my teachers like me. It was far more exciting than being at home.
Home wasn't bad either... just not interesting. I grew up as if an only child... the consequences of being 10-11 years younger than your only sibling. My parents are quiet people who greatly enjoy the simple things in life and thrive on each others company. Their together time involved reading... or some other activity which was less than active and meant sitting quietly in the same room.
This is of course, not what a highly active child wants to do. So, I often had to entertain myself. For the most part, I could keep myself engaged through various backyard tree climbing or pseudo camping adventures... if I wasn't hooning around an obstacle course comprised of various pieces of the lounge...or playing computer games. 
However, I cannot pretend that I didn't desire having someone to play with!
As an "adult"
, life goes by much faster. Work is alright but I don't really enjoy it and look forward to each morning. My attention is focused on reaching the end of each day, followed by the end of each eight day working week. I enjoy my days off and although I don't have a great deal of social contact, do keep quite busy. Unfortunately, as the days tick by, I then start to prepare for the work week ahead and getting through each hour. As much as it is tedious for existence, I do think it also results in a general loss of time.
I don't think I've found my forte in life and getting the feeling that I may have missed the mark.
I am in a much different place to that which I had thought I would be at 24 years old. My future plans are also markedly different. There was a lot of hope and promise of achieving great things. Academically, I did alright when I wasn't battling the black dog. But I didn't quite rise to the occasion. Sometimes I wonder if that is disappointing for my parents... even if they are happy with my happiness... 
So, this post hasn't got a lot to do with running does it?
I have been learning a new technique for running.
It is so logical it is ridiculous but unfortunately, not quite as easy to master as I would like. Part of mastering the technique is not to overthink the process...which in my perfectionist way, make it difficult for me. However, I have been making progress and I think I can say that I have been converted. Up until now, I have been reluctant to take off for great distances as I didn't feel confident to do so without screwing everything up and falling back into my old galloping habits. Yesterday, I was granted permission to try. So after a session of drills, I went for a very short run and was most pleased with the results. Dare I say, it was actually all kinda easy!
I need to get myself a different pair of running shoes. We've identified a flaw in my biomechanics when I'm tired and this is giving me some shin muscle strain. A good set of shoes with a little practise should see me on my way. Yeah... proud to be making progress!
What else is happening? My sister produced an unbelievable bundle of boy
perfection. My husband has graduated to the age of 32 years old and has been successfully converted to the world of iPhone. I've made some new friends. We got a big TV. We have dining table which one day will actually be assembled. Holidays are coming up in a few weeks time again. Half the people I have on Facebook have had a birthday. (Apparently, there must be something about August which causes people to breed like crazy). Mitsubishi love me so much they sent me a box of memorabilia...
Ummm... Yeah, I think that pretty well concludes the excitement list to date.
Is it really any wonder that I don't update very often???
What do you know? It is the second day of June already... where exactly has this year gotten to?? When I was a kid, life used to take an eternity. A year was an eternity. But I didn't look forward to the end of each week and the end of each day in the way that I do now. I enjoyed school.
I liked interacting with people and learning. I may not have been "cool" but I wasn't bullied enough to make it miserable. Part of it also was that I was good at school. Learning was easy enough and my teachers like me. It was far more exciting than being at home. Home wasn't bad either... just not interesting. I grew up as if an only child... the consequences of being 10-11 years younger than your only sibling. My parents are quiet people who greatly enjoy the simple things in life and thrive on each others company. Their together time involved reading... or some other activity which was less than active and meant sitting quietly in the same room.
This is of course, not what a highly active child wants to do. So, I often had to entertain myself. For the most part, I could keep myself engaged through various backyard tree climbing or pseudo camping adventures... if I wasn't hooning around an obstacle course comprised of various pieces of the lounge...or playing computer games. However, I cannot pretend that I didn't desire having someone to play with! As an "adult"
, life goes by much faster. Work is alright but I don't really enjoy it and look forward to each morning. My attention is focused on reaching the end of each day, followed by the end of each eight day working week. I enjoy my days off and although I don't have a great deal of social contact, do keep quite busy. Unfortunately, as the days tick by, I then start to prepare for the work week ahead and getting through each hour. As much as it is tedious for existence, I do think it also results in a general loss of time. I don't think I've found my forte in life and getting the feeling that I may have missed the mark.
I am in a much different place to that which I had thought I would be at 24 years old. My future plans are also markedly different. There was a lot of hope and promise of achieving great things. Academically, I did alright when I wasn't battling the black dog. But I didn't quite rise to the occasion. Sometimes I wonder if that is disappointing for my parents... even if they are happy with my happiness... So, this post hasn't got a lot to do with running does it?
I have been learning a new technique for running.
It is so logical it is ridiculous but unfortunately, not quite as easy to master as I would like. Part of mastering the technique is not to overthink the process...which in my perfectionist way, make it difficult for me. However, I have been making progress and I think I can say that I have been converted. Up until now, I have been reluctant to take off for great distances as I didn't feel confident to do so without screwing everything up and falling back into my old galloping habits. Yesterday, I was granted permission to try. So after a session of drills, I went for a very short run and was most pleased with the results. Dare I say, it was actually all kinda easy! I need to get myself a different pair of running shoes. We've identified a flaw in my biomechanics when I'm tired and this is giving me some shin muscle strain. A good set of shoes with a little practise should see me on my way. Yeah... proud to be making progress!
What else is happening? My sister produced an unbelievable bundle of boy
perfection. My husband has graduated to the age of 32 years old and has been successfully converted to the world of iPhone. I've made some new friends. We got a big TV. We have dining table which one day will actually be assembled. Holidays are coming up in a few weeks time again. Half the people I have on Facebook have had a birthday. (Apparently, there must be something about August which causes people to breed like crazy). Mitsubishi love me so much they sent me a box of memorabilia... Ummm... Yeah, I think that pretty well concludes the excitement list to date. Is it really any wonder that I don't update very often???
