Cross training!
I've just been on the cross trainer for the first time in a month. I've been a bit lax with it really...Still, one month off and I still managed 3 (not real) miles in twenty minutes on an alternating resistance setting.
Of course, when I bought the damn thing at Christmas we were planning to get married this August, so I had a real incentive to use it lose SOME OF THIS HORRIBLE WEIGHT I'VE PUT ON SINCE I QUIT SMOKING TWO YEARS AGO!!! Ugh. But seeing as we've re-arranged the wedding till next year (and by that I mean we haven't arranged anything yet...except that we're going to spend most of the wedding money on a safari in Africa somewhere then have a massive party when we get back. Yay, cheetahs!), I've kind of lost my drive a bit. Which is stupid cuz I always feel so much better after I've been on it. Hot and sticky and uncomfortable yes, but also better.
It's been so oppressive here today, there must be a soggy hot low pressure over Bristol. Walking around town me and Paul were pretty much worn out. We fed the swans on the docks - they are pretty cheeky. Paul took this really cool video on his iphone of about five of them eating the bread out of his hand. And then when the bread was gone they kept nibbling at our shoes.
I love that intimacy of being so close to wild animals, even if they're not really wild seeing as they're city animals. But you're sharing something with them in that interaction, even if it's only eye contact. I always think 'what are you thinking looking at me looking at you'. I wonder what animals and birds think when you give them food, it's a pretty unnatural thing to give food to creatures you're not related to. There must be some awareness there that it's out of the ordinary, especially when they take it from your hand. Paul took a gorgeous photo of a robin eating seeds out of my hand a few years ago, he was stood on my finger eating out of my palm. It took about twenty minutes to get him so close! Putting seeds down on the wooden fence closer and closer. It was a lovely moment.
I've got a bit of a theme of intimacy going on at the moment, I'm re reading 'Call me by your name' by Andre Aciman. Intimacy is a big theme in that, and got me thinking about whether you can ever have true intimacy in a heterosexual relationship. A man never knows what it is to be a woman, and a woman never knows what it is to be a man.
My relationship with Paul is the best I've ever known, better than I ever thought I'd have, but there isn't the same level of intimacy as there was with my ex Becky. I suppose it's just that there's just so much that doesn't have to be said or expressed in a homosexual relationship.
Anyway. That theme is brewing in my head somewhere.
Of course, when I bought the damn thing at Christmas we were planning to get married this August, so I had a real incentive to use it lose SOME OF THIS HORRIBLE WEIGHT I'VE PUT ON SINCE I QUIT SMOKING TWO YEARS AGO!!! Ugh. But seeing as we've re-arranged the wedding till next year (and by that I mean we haven't arranged anything yet...except that we're going to spend most of the wedding money on a safari in Africa somewhere then have a massive party when we get back. Yay, cheetahs!), I've kind of lost my drive a bit. Which is stupid cuz I always feel so much better after I've been on it. Hot and sticky and uncomfortable yes, but also better.
It's been so oppressive here today, there must be a soggy hot low pressure over Bristol. Walking around town me and Paul were pretty much worn out. We fed the swans on the docks - they are pretty cheeky. Paul took this really cool video on his iphone of about five of them eating the bread out of his hand. And then when the bread was gone they kept nibbling at our shoes.
I love that intimacy of being so close to wild animals, even if they're not really wild seeing as they're city animals. But you're sharing something with them in that interaction, even if it's only eye contact. I always think 'what are you thinking looking at me looking at you'. I wonder what animals and birds think when you give them food, it's a pretty unnatural thing to give food to creatures you're not related to. There must be some awareness there that it's out of the ordinary, especially when they take it from your hand. Paul took a gorgeous photo of a robin eating seeds out of my hand a few years ago, he was stood on my finger eating out of my palm. It took about twenty minutes to get him so close! Putting seeds down on the wooden fence closer and closer. It was a lovely moment.
I've got a bit of a theme of intimacy going on at the moment, I'm re reading 'Call me by your name' by Andre Aciman. Intimacy is a big theme in that, and got me thinking about whether you can ever have true intimacy in a heterosexual relationship. A man never knows what it is to be a woman, and a woman never knows what it is to be a man.
My relationship with Paul is the best I've ever known, better than I ever thought I'd have, but there isn't the same level of intimacy as there was with my ex Becky. I suppose it's just that there's just so much that doesn't have to be said or expressed in a homosexual relationship.
Anyway. That theme is brewing in my head somewhere.