I have a confession to make. I do this:
Except not on a treadmill. Out in the world. And I mouth words to songs I’m listening to.
And, I’m not embarrassed about it. I don’t do it normally, when I’m walking down the street, or sitting on the tube. But, I sometimes just can’t hold it in when I’m running. I don’t do it all the time – in fact most of the time I run like a normal person. Sometimes I’m just so damn excited to be running that I can’t help it.
Tonight was the second run back from illness, and I’m feeling really good. My left ankle is still presenting some problems, but is getting better. Last night I was laying in bed thinking about how much I miss post-long-run-heavy-legs – that feeling you get laying in bed the night of a long run and your legs are exactly sore but they feel satisfied. I know that sounds weird, but I’m sure other runners will get it! My goal for this weekend (obviously apart from Eurovision!) is to remedy that. A long run! I’m more excited than I should be.
After the run, Mr Neon and I did his evil rotisserie workout; 2 x 30 seconds of: superman, left side plank, crunches, right side plank, front plank. Awful and awesome. It actually should be 45 seconds, but I know my core is no where near ready for that after 30 years of neglect. Plus, I had a bit of help with my last set of crunches:
In non-running related news my mum has been visiting and left today, which is a bit sad but we are going to see her again in September in Australia. And on that, I got my residency permit today. That means that I am officially a permanent resident of the United Kingdom! No more worry. It’s great, but there was a small part of me that was a little sad. Getting this means that I’m not an Australian resident any more. Never mind the fact that I haven’t lived there for several years and I don’t vote there. It’s much more happy than sad, though!
And now, to bed!
*Here is a (perhaps) little known fact: before doing what I do now I went to art school. In fact, I very nearly ended up going to one of Australia’s premier art schools to study drawing rather than to the university I went to to study classics. All of my works in the history of forever have, with only a few exceptions, been titled in this way. That is ‘Untitled’ followed by a random number, followed by an actual title in parentheses. One day I am going to find a way to name an article or book in this fashion, as homage to my ‘previous life’ as an artist.