bogsnorkeller

Well – since I set this goal I have been mostly injured. I am also living in cloud cuckoo land thinking that my 44 year old frame might win a race.

However…..it’s good to dream and recently, aided by one of the best Physical Therapists on planet earth, I have been running again. Not pain free but 5 days per week. Lots of stretching too and I can feel the early beginnings of a passion and a fire coming back.

Now, keep this in perspective, its like a man who just got his licence bask saying “now I am going to win Formula 1” but there is he beginning of something there.

I even have a specific goal in mind but I am a LONG way off sharing that with anyone yet. I can’t even say it to myself without laughing.

We’ll see though. I was thinking maybe I was getting to old, cynical and weary to dream. Maybe not.

Watch this space…intermittently.

So, I went, I enjoyed it, it reminded me of 6 years ago – newly separated, when I went to yoga for the stretch and was amazed what it did for my mind too. Of course that is Billy basics or what I think my American friends like to call “yoga 101” but its like learning from scratch again.

I just hope its like running, biking into work and everything else – take the first step and everything else will follow.

So, here is the goal – April 2009 – I will be in California with someone I love deeply, madly and truly at a yoga class with Rusty Wells and I will be good enough to do that.

Thats, what…8 months. One class a week…..only 32 weeks. Lets see!!!

Genuinely most of them. Reckon 5 of 7. And Yoga starts tomorrow. Must go put my mat and clothes out now.

I really want this to be the breakshrough. The 3-4 weeks that makes this habit so it just happens. I’ve fought this for long enough now and the evidence is so plain that, without it, I will be injured and running with pain for ever.

So, it’s like when I quit the smoke. Finally the evidence and the reasons are so obvious, so compelling that there are no places to hide any more. No stories I can tell myself or others, no excuses just a big quiet space I have to step into and turn words into action.

Anyone – absolutely anyone – has permission to give me a hard time on this and check up on me.

I need to do this and it really shouldn’t be hard.