Training, running, getting ready for a race
Learning to keep levelled, steady pace
I ran the forest path
It was made of mud
Foot flopped and I fell, ended up with filthy face
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Running inspired limerick. I indeed went for a run in the woods at the weekend but managed to keep my face mud-free. The trainers not so much.
Panic! Fear. Save me!
Muscles spasming, lungs like peas.
My first winter swim.
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I have been thinking about testing and stretching my poetic muscles for a while now and as if Universe somehow new about these plans of mine, there comes Writing 201: Poetry! So for next couple of weeks or so (as I can’t promise I’ll keep the prescribed schedule), I will be posting my attempts of poems according to the given assignments.
Saturday 1st August 2015
On this day, it will be the real deal. Sort of. Tandem jump. You don’t really think I’ll jump out of the plane on my own, do you? Are you crazy?
btw – the indoor skydive, it’s fun.
The Horla by Guy De Maupassant
It was very short. Very intense. Could have turn into a full blown psychotic experience. I’m glad it didn’t.
Most definitely the shortest of the book club choices – pity really as it has an amazingly haunting atmosphere, you want the story to go for just a little longer. On the other, as someone who doesn’t like to be scared, it might have been just the right amount for me.
I haven’t known this before reading the book and actually before writing this review but there are few version of this story that may or may not be a reflection of Guy de Maupassant’s real life paranoia. I think I will do little more research into it.
This is a rare Gothic gem of a read.
I’ve discovered ‘schedule your post’ button. I love and hate it at the same time. I love that I can sit and prep and schedule posts to be published for when I know I will not be able to blog. But I hate that I don’t have the immediate connection with you lovely folks who actually read it.
I will work on my schedule and try to find a middle way. That is a promise.
You have a new recruit!
Check out this video some of the #1000Speak participants made…
National Condom Day and Valentine’s Day are on the same day.
Although we are more or less living in a paperless age, there are still occasions where documents need to be printed. For me, an avarage office rat, this is a daily necessity.
So when one of those killing trees moments arrives and the printer just refuses to cooperate it is frustrating. I am not a patient person at best of times and there might have been occurances when I was threatening to smash the misbehaving printer with a hammer.
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I couldn’t think of a serious issue starting with ‘J’ so please let me know in comments below if there is something that bothers you.
My girlfriend awoke to find herself possessed by an evil spirit. The first thing I did was call an exorcist. He couldn’t make it until the evening, so we waited. She threw things at me, cursed my name, kept trying to strangle me, and wouldn’t let me kiss her. Really she was the same as ever, but at least she was no longer hellbent on bankrupting me and making me look inadequate in front of everyone. I started to prefer her this way. When the exorcist finally arrived, I sent him away. I told him it had been a false alarm.
Insisting on singing when one can clearly not sing. Do it in your shower. Not in public.
What should not be hidden from public are people who need assistance and little help so they can live their lives independently, be it people with disability, mental issues or elderly. Independent Age is one of the charities that helps older people.
Verba volant, scripta manent !
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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