I’m currently reading M Train by Patti Smith. A while back I picked up a second hand copy of Just Kids, and loved it. I loved the story of Patti and Robert Mapplethorpe, I loved the way she wrote. I loved her tales of meeting Warhol, and William Burroughs, so I really wanted to read this book too.
It isn’t disappointing. It makes New York sound like an amazing place to live. The artists, the cafe’s the music scene.
Yes, Glasgow has these too, and I know I’m romanticising NY in my head, but…..
This weekend I’m off travelling for three weeks. Thailand. Phuket, Chang Mai and Bangkok, then a stop off in Dubai on the way home. I can’t wait. There’s changes at work, and I need to switch off from them.
I’ve picked up a travel yoga mat, and I’m going to have some me time. I’m taking Lord of the Flies, and The Godfather to read. I’ve not read LotF since I was at school, so I’m looking forward to that, and I’ve never read The Godfather.
I’m planing of having a digital detox too, so I won’t be posting anything until I get back.
On Saturday we were out for a meal with a friend who runs the karate club I go to (although I’ve not been since September as it doesn’t feel “right” for me at the moment. Hopefully it will again), and a filling dropped out. Problem was, I only realised when I bit on it, and broke off a second one.
Managed to get an appointment yesterday and got them fixed, so everything is ok tooth-wise again.
Last night while lying watching tv, my throat started to feel scratchy. I tried nipping it in the bud. First with Lemsip, and then followed that up with a hot toddy (whisky, sugar and hot water, with some cloves popped in for good measure.)
Seems to have helped a bit. It’s still not right, but it isn’t as bad as last night, and there’s no discolouration in my phlegm, so that’s good.
I’m basically in a state of meh today. I booked into the lunchtime yoga class as usual, even though I’m not feeling it today. Hopefully this will snap me out of the funk I’m in. I was planning to longboard into work today. The weather is stunning and I’ve no excuse other than I don’t have any enthusiasm today. Hopefully the good weather will hold out for a bit longer.
In two weeks I’ll be off to Thailand for three weeks, and I can’t wait.
I’ve got a travel yoga mat ready to go. Rolls up really small but is actually heavier than a regular mat, but really grippy. My wife is using one on top of her regular mat which has lost it’s grip, and loves it.
I picked up what was going to be be one of my books to take, M Train by Patti Smith. The other was going to be Dirty Kids: Chasing Freedom with America’s Nomads, BUT I usually take books to read that I don’t mind leaving behind/passing on, and I don’t want to do that with these, so I’ll have a look in a charity shop and see if anything catches my eye.
I’ve been looking forward to this trip for months. We’ve got 10 days at Phuket, where I’m hoping to take some more surf lessons, after taking some in Bali last year. After Phuket, it’s on to Chang Mai, Bangkok, and finally a couple of days in Dubai on the way back.
I’m hoping to come back a calmer person, and be able to blitz the piles of dvd’s etc that I still need to clear out. I’ve been slacking on the downsizing front lately and need to get back on it.
I also have to get in touch with the tattooist to arrange to get more ink when I get back. I’m planning to go and see him before I leave to talk over the design, and book a date for getting it done.
Sport wise, my first love is running. I went from couch to 5k to 10k to running club, to 1/2 marathons to marathon (only only 1, but I ticked it off and went back to 1/2’s).
I had a regular running buddy in work, but last year she left, and gradually I dropped away from running. At the weekend I realised I really missed it, and on Monday, put my running shoes on and went for a wee 4k run. It hurt. My breathing was rubbish and my legs were killing me. When I finished I was done in and felt great that I’d actually taken that first painful step.
Yesterday I did the same route and it was a lot easier. I knew now how unfit I was and allowed for that in my pace. As a result my breathing was ok, and when I finished, I felt better than I had on Monday.
It’s going to be a slow road back to anywhere near where I was at, but I’ve done that first run and that’s the hardest thing to do.