My Favoritest Word (part 2)

6am and the unwelcome noise wakes me up. I reach for my alarm but it is this time innocent so I hearing the dulcet tones of Fields of Gold I reach for my phone. In a daze of a blur I say "hey" and the sound of silence chased by tears precedes the words "hey" and now alert I reply "hey". The news is sad and tears at my heart but "hey" what can I say or do, Mr Incredible had lost his little boy,"hey"these things happen and like a thief in the night his life had been snatched away. The doctor said it was natural causes but that made it ever harder to accept. I mean "hey"these things dont happen to kids and "hey"not the kids of good people...Talking to Mrs Incredible , words fail me and her quiet acceptance of what had happened was beyond me....She had tired from asking why because all everyone could say was "hey.."before their voices trailed into the silence that was set all about them...

Fellow Travellers

"Snap your fingers, two step...you can do it all by yourself.." I am starting to question my musical tastes as my recent itunes purchases are either evidence of being a true eclectic or mere confusion.

I have had cause to think of late about my friends and who my true friends are. You can say that my friends and i are in transit, on our way to a place we know but not having the most fun getting there.The journey takes its toll and sometimes you wonder why you didn't just wait for the next train and you cannot help but think what would have been if you had made different choices about the path you chose and if you had not rushed to get places.
So i think a little more and glance at my travelling companions and in the silence that surrounds us, the mute understanding that we share the same bus but are headed to different destinations sets in. And in that moment you cannot help but wonder what we have in common that brought us to this place and what brings us back together day after day,surely we could all choose another way to get where we need to be...

That being said I know that they would not let me get left behind and if we ever lose touch, I know they will be waiting at the next stop because as fellow travellers, they and i.....me and them are inextricably linked....


i am starting to enjoy public transport in the strangest of ways.....

Fizzically Fit...Fizzically fit

Sing along "woman you fizzically fit, fizzically fit" hahahaha if you dont know what song tht is from, i dont feel like telling you. One day you will hear it and think of me...that thought comforts me..
So i have been trying to get in the best shape of my life...fizzically that is and its been a strange road. I am at a point where I am not seeing the results I would like but I am pressing on and trying to do different things.
Recently it really dawned on me that I needed to up my Cardiovascular exercisation (if silly words like cardiovascular can exist i can make up what i want). So I have been running a few days each week for a few weeks now and today I was captured by a black and white still in Newsweek of a running of the NYC marathon in the 70s.. I was drawn in by all those people and I decided I must be there...

To put my decision in context, NYC is a place I really want to visit( am a city slicker) and several people I work with are in training for marathons in different parts of the country...so it has been decided that I shall be in NYC for the running of the NYC Marathon and I shall be there early at the start and jostle for good position, I want to be in the very front to watch a few thousand people run 26miles for no good reason!! To watch them walk down the stairs the next day in agony and to have lost 5% of their muscle mass and 3inches of height...

I have recently invented the exercisation rule that works for me....A mile a day keeps the doctor a way.....26miles is just being an overachiever!

p.s- count all your steps, if you dont use the remote and actually get of your hind you can add an extra 200 feet to your mile total!!