It’s been a while since I made a post. It’s also been a while since I made overzealous use of gifs. I must rectify that.
Since I saw you last, I have dipped a toe into the murky pool of online dating. Wow. It’s been… interesting. Often in ways which make me wonder whether these people have ever interacted with other humans before.
I find myself rolling my eyes a lot lately at the seeming plethora of posts in various places whining about how nice guys or girls finish last. This is generally a complaint about how the object of somebody’s affection doesn’t like them back and supposedly only likes the bad ones.
Because when you can’t find a relationship, the common denominator is clearly that a entire gender all shares the same failing rather than being you. Uh huh. Or maybe it’s just daft to expect that simply being nice is a ticket to love and sex and happy ever after.
So a popular young YouTube blogger named Zoe Sugg (aka ‘Zoella’) has released the first novel under her name. There is a lot of talk about this for various reasons. One is that it has sold at record breaking speed. Another is that she is immensely popular for dispensing beauty tips to a very young age group; this has inspired some talk about marketing and messages to young girls.
The one that pisses me off is that it’s ghost written.
So after a bit of an argument with a horse (spoiler alert: he won) I’ve been off running for 12 weeks. I had some pretty nasty soft tissue damage around my back and lower hip that took a very long time to heal. It’s been frustrating – I’ve been walking fine for a while, but there was this stubborn little patch which refused to go away. If I even took a few quick strides to finish crossing a road or jog up the last couple of stairs I could feel it right through my flesh, so I knew running was a bad plan.
So finally this afternoon I decided to venture back out. Moment of braveness, madness, possibly both. I was more than a little worried about the dent this might have made in my basic fitness (since I only started seriously exercising in January) and about whether I was truly healed enough. So when I wasn’t worried about aggravating an injury I was worried about my lungs giving out on me!
Thankfully, all is well. Hip twinged a couple of times but nothing to worry about, and I held up okay. At peak fitness I was routinely doing about half an hour/4k non-stop without too much trouble. Today I did two fifteen minute stretches with a three minute break between. I was more winded than usual, but not uncomfortably. After 12 weeks of sitting on my arse I will take that. That feels like a win.
It will feel less like one tomorrow when my muscles protest at being so abruptly woken back up, but take your victories where you can I always say…
Plenty of people will have spoken very eloquently and poignantly about depression in the wake of the loss of Robin Williams. I couldn’t better them if I tried.
But any time we lose someone like this – particularly someone so vibrant – it really does just smack me round the face that there but for the grace of God go I, or any of us. Whether you believe in a deity or not… this kind of thing can happen so easily to any of us. I’ve been in that hole. And I’m not stronger or braver or smarter or any better than Robin or any other soul that’s been lost to it. Just luckier.
Rest in peace, funny man. Thank you for the laughter.