gasps of burning air
scorched in returning sunglow
blistered but unbowed
No, haven’t joined the French Foreign Legion, I’m not in the Sahara. Just that I feel I’m coming out of my lethargy, I’m trying to get fit again. I’ve turned a corner. And the blister is real and it bloody hurts. Probably formed itself playing football on grass in Leeds over the weekend, but it popped when I played footy tonight. Not nice. But I’ll be brave.
Run, wind whipped beast flayed
the cold weight of rain burdens
Feral teeth laid bare
It was bloody cold playing football, I was soaked. My hands were shaking. This sounds really whingey I’m sure, but it shows heavy rain chills the bones more than cold air. I’ve played in the winter, but it didn’t rain. Just goes to show, you have to keep moving, keep your core temperature up! Don’t stop!
And we lost. I actually played better when I got cold though, cold also focuses the mind, made me more impulsive in my decision making, brings out the primitive part of the brain when the body feels threatened (and made me less lazy).
I’m an animal. haha.
