“Who is strong? He that can conquer his bad habits.”
– Benjamin Franklin
I’m making a late resolution for 2014. I’m going to spend 15 min each day on the damned training programme the torturer gave me last October. This huge revelation came to me earlier today during this short conversation I had with the man in question:
Me: You do know that’s hurting?
Me: Just checking..
Torturer: This muscle is probably a bit tender too.
Me: …ggghhh… You think?
Torturer: Let’s stick some needles in it, they will be nicer to you than I am.
I stumbled out of the treatment room with an odd feeling of not knowing if I’m alive or not. But the sun was shining and a certain stiffness I had in my back before, was gone for the time being at least. I am, however, starting to see my own part in all of this. If I ever want my back to get well for real, I need to do some serious lifestyle changes. (I’m having a lot of epiphanies these days, aren’t I…)
Dashing off to Paddington in a mo’, spending the evening out in the countryside. Looking forward to soaking those poor muscles of mine in a hot bath tonight, and have a good night’s rest after that so that I will be fit to hit the dance floor at the ball tomorrow.
Have a great weekend, all of you, wherever in the world you are.