Category Archives: Janathon

A new dawn and a broken heart – confessions of a bad blogger

New DawnJanathon has been going well. I have managed to stick to the some exercise every day element but it transpires I’m a rubbish blogger at the moment. Therefore I thought it was time for a summary and to explain about the walking in a onesie. I often walk very early in the morning, sometime ago I bought myself a boiler suit and rather than change out of my pjs I put the boiler suit (my onesie) over the top, then I can come home and shower after my walk – too much information? The blessing is I live in a very rural area so none much sees me!

During one slightly later walk I found a broken heart, the downside of helium balloons they do leave detritus behind.

A broken heart

Summary of my Janathon so far:

  • Walking 74.61 km  
  • Cycling, transport  60.29 km  
  • Swimming  1.60 km  plus 1hr aquarobics
  • Squats 1,155

Janathon Day 5 – On yer bike!

Ups and downs

 

The warm up on the bike yesterday was well worth it, I had forgotten how much I love cycling – usual rules – my speed not other people’s. So today I’ve done plenty. Two dog walks total 3.77km, in my onesie for the morning walk.  Then two bike rides (to an event and back) total 40.3km plus my 100 squats.  Think I’ve done my bit!

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Janathon Day 2 – weight loss!

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Today was another day of walking and squats. The dog needed her annual vaccination at the vets, so I decided to walk her there and back, via the coop in Framlingham.  Total walk of 12.31km and 75 squats.  But… there is a weight loss issue, the dog is 0.5kg down, so being an oldie I need to add fresh protein to her diet, she still trots along quite happily but there is less of her (she’s only 5kg in total), now if only my weight loss percentage was the same.

Georgie, Porgie, Pudding and Pieku

This is one of those longer posts, so – feel free to skip to the bit you came looking for:

Pieku – Haiku on Pies, 0r Janathon 2012 – Thanks Kathy and Janathoners, or ‘Dispersal’ – a short story

Pieku – Haiku on Pies

You will find elsewhere in this blog reference to Brays Cottage, the Perfect Pie Company. One of my first ever ‘Pop-up’ assignments was helping Sarah on her stall, I’ve written a silly screenplay in the past too. This weekend has seen a little activity that has taken over twitter in a big way and I love the way that Sarah can take a batty idea and run with it – introducing the Pieku. It started when she asked me for the origins of the nursery rhyme Georgie, Porgie Pudding and Pie; I pulled out my copy of the Opie’s book on nursery rhymes and quoted back a few lines.  Then overnight my brain was clearly working away on the idea of rhymes and pies I woke up with Pieku forming; Pie based Haiku. I tweeted one to Sarah and she started a competition (it ends tonight – Sunday so get in quick for a personalised pie to the winner), they seem to be coming in at one every 10 minutes at the moment!

Here are some of the ones I have written – I try to stick with the 5,7,5 – cutting word and seasonal reference.

Knife through golden crust

Reveal inner soul, hearty

Blanket spread on ground

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Wanton luscious pie

Mustard bit on side devour

Secret Valentine

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Seductive mouthful

Jelly optional consume

Amatory gold

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Hot crust raised up high

Chorizo filling warming

Not all pies are cold

 

If you have Pieku forming tweet them to Sarah @Brays_Cottage

Janathon 2012 – Thanks Kathy and Janathoners

Janathon 2012 has been a wonderful stimulus to get me moving again this year, but I failed miserably in the blogging and logging. Finally I think I’ve reached the stage where for me, as long as I do the exercise, I’m happy and don’t feel the need to log it all the time.  This is progress. I am really thankful to Kathy for starting the ball rolling and I have taken up running which is another new activity and paying dividends. Although, you’ll understand by the picture above why I haven’t run or swum today. I am also really grateful to the fellow Janathoners who encourage and support and dare I say it the PlankPolice who riddle me with guilt!

Dispersal – a short story

This is my latest piece of homework for the writing workshop I attend.  The task again was to allow the dialogue to do some of the narration, it is also designed to be read out loud for a ‘performance’ later in the year; let me know what you think…

Dispersal

The day I first visited here, a hoar frost was still hanging in the trees at mid-morning, thick fog had dogged us for days. Cloud Farm was boarded up and virtually derelict. When I opened the oak door I was disappointed that as it swung back it was silent, not the heart stopping creak I was expecting. It should not have been possible, but the air inside the tiled hall was even colder than outside. The door to the right led me into a large sitting room.  As I entered the room the only light was forcing itself through tiny holes in dark sheeting tacked up to the windows. I struggled to find my way to one of them, and tore at the corner of the fabric; it made an echoing, ripping sound as it split.

“Stupid girl,” I turned at the sound of the quiet voice, “put that back, there’s no light allowed in here.” I attempted to hook the fabric back into position but there was no way it would stay put.
“Sorry?” I said tentatively, “I didn’t mean to cause offence; I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.”
“There isn’t,” said the voice.

The solicitor had warned me that that in addition to dereliction, the house was reputed to be haunted. He probably thought I was joking when I told him that was fine because I grew up with them.

I moved towards the voice, “You’re the colour of amber,” I said, she had the sheen and consistency of manuka honey, fresh from the fridge.
“You’re not frightened of me then?” she said.
I moved towards her, a small table at her side held a deeply grooved board with what looked like a single large marble balanced towards the end. Suddenly my foot landed on another marble and I started to slide inexorably towards her.

“Don’t knock the table,” she called out weakly. I resisted the temptation to put a hand out and instead drifted into her, landing on my backside with my eyes at her knee level.

“Oh my god, what happened to your legs? They are so tattered, they look chewed, are they sore?”

“Stupid girl; I can’t feel anything anymore. The damage was done after I collapsed; I was unconscious for two days before I died. The rats got me.” She seemed calmly philosophical about it.

As I attempted to get up, my fingers touched another marble. I lifted it as I rose and turned it in my hand.

“An eye,” I said, “Are they all eyes?”

“Yes would you mind picking them up and putting them in the rack?” she asked.

“Of course; such a variety, I like this one, a beautiful sapphire blue, how unusual.”

“It’s the only one that matches my natural eye colour” As I looked at her now though, she had no colour other than amber.

“Could you help me fit it?” she asked. I lifted the eye-ball up to her face; she had no temperature, as I felt for the outline of the eye socket.
“You don’t feel of anything, I can just sense differences of resistance, is this a bony ridge?” I asked.
“Yes just press the ball in and it should sit there.” For a moment, with her sapphire eye, she was complete.

Then she sighed, “Stupid girl.” The fog was clearing outside, more light streamed into the room and as the temperature lifted I looked at her.

“Your eye; it’s slipping.” It slid down inside her face and fell out of the bottom of her jaw, hitting the ground with a dull thud and rolling to the skirting board.

“Dispersal,” she said “When I warm up I start to melt away, it takes so much energy to rebuild myself when it’s cool enough…” and with that she seemed to dissolve in front of my eyes, and hers; trickling through the cracks in the floorboards. Just an eccentric collection of glass eyes on a side table remained.

I moved back to the window and let in more light, then saw the note pinned to the wall.
If you are reading this, Cloud Farm is about to become yours. Charlotte and I have lived peacefully together for nearly thirty years. She lives in the walk-in fridge mostly. Each time she retires there we agree when she will next emerge. We have had some successes. So far we have found the final resting place of four of the rats who chewed at her limbs and have garnered quite a bit of her form. We have learnt that two degrees Celsius is the critical temperature, any higher than that and she starts to disperse, any lower and she is too stiff to move. You must turn the air conditioning to its lowest setting and raise the fridge to two degrees for twenty-four hours before she is due to come out; check the whiteboard on the wall for the next date. On no account attempt to bring her out if the air temperature is above two degrees. There are still more rat bodies to find, or potentially the rats that ate those rats. Also her original eye; she lost it cutting wood, but taking her outside is so risky and the emotions so painful, we have agreed to leave that until last. You see, like all spirits she cannot pass over and finally release her particles until she is complete. At least her imperfections are physical, it is so much harder for those whose damage is emotional, they may never recover and remain here forever.

Look after Charlotte; she is essentially good, just damaged.


That which dies does not drop out of the world. Here it remains; and here too, therefore it changes and is resolved into its several particles; that is into the elements which go to form the universe and yourself. They themselves likewise undergo change, and yet from them comes no complaint. – Marcus Aurelis

For #12DCP folks this is my belated Ghost Story

Tea Pigs Matcha and a Janathon blogathon

I promise I haven’t been skiving on the exercising – just the blogging. So now for a quick catch up:

Tuesday – I tri’d – bike to work and back 9.5 miles, Walk/Run with Get running app 2.1 miles, Short swim 800m for China.

Wednesday – Had no proper exercise as no time in a v busy schedule so limited to 1 mile of dog walking and a not so great plank

Thursday – first swim fit class of the week (1400m) plus dog walk

Friday – Walk/Run 2.1 miles and second swim fit class (1500m)

Saturday – dog walking and gardening

Today Sixth Walk run 2.1 miles and a 2280m swim and a miserable 40 second plank (the @plankpolice have been on to me for skipping)

All this whilst trying to pretend I have not got the cold that has done the rounds and sending people to bed at 7.30pm. It may be bunkum but I’m putting the difference down to the pick me up value of Tea Pigs Green Matcha which doesn’t get rid of your problems but stops them feeling so bad – well that’s my reasoning and while its not killing me I’m sticking with it. I have to say it seems to do something a little bit magical to me, plus it looks like dodgy poster paint.

Lazy Sunday Post

800m swim
45sec Plankaday

12th Day of Christmas – 5th of Janathon #12DCP

Tree with Christmas decorations

It’s over for another year. This is the last of the 12 days of Christmas. Thank you for joining in. I know it’s been a low-key affair this year, no fabulous dresses or extravagant food, no quiz questions and importantly no legs! Talking of legs, where are yours right now? If you close your eyes could you touch your knee cap without missing? The last stage on our sensory journey is:

Kinesthesia

The sense of knowing where one body part is in relation to another – without looking, can you type at your keyboard for example – if not try this little bit of fun Dance Mat.

So for now the most complicated bit of leaving the party, a social kiss goodbye, it’s all to do with positioning of those zygomatic bones but one, two, three pecks on the cheek, right or left first or just kiss the palm and blow – which to do?

I’ll give everyone until the end of Saturday to complete their comments and then run the draw – if you are not sure what this is about go back to day one.

Hugs and Happy New Year to you all

Janathon

Today is a non run day, so I decided to go for a swim.  800m mix of breast, crawl and back stroke; a gentle re-entry before swimfit classes restart next week. I have signed up to do the latest Framlingham Sports and Fitness Centre challenge and am swimming for China in the Olympic challenge. Launched today they already have 16 people signed up in the first hour but just me and the team leader swimming for China so far. The aim is for the team to hit 15,000m by the end of the month.

The Spotify playlist for today is a collaborative list, please add your songs to go with the kinesthesia theme, body parts, positioning, songs to test your body position awareness.  the list is HERE

11th Day of Christmas and 4th of Janathon – #12DCP

Snowman Christmas tree decoration

The penultimate day, this little guy dangles from a string, but I suspect if I place him on the floor he would fall over.  That’s the trouble with snowmen, no sense of today’s theme:

Balance

This is definitely a sense you don’t know you have until you lose it, sounds even fancier if you all it equilibioception. Having had inner ear problems a few times I know how horrible it feels when the sense of balance goes, clinging to walls like a drunkard takes some explaining. I used to love doing twizzles as a kid though and that feeling of loss of control as you spin to the floor was quite exhilarating. If you like the challenge of impossible looking buildings you could always stay in Suffolk’s balancing barn. Do you have any memories related to balance or possibly the related feeling of motion and acceleration; speeding down the hill into Sudbury as part of the Dynamo is probably my most recent one.

Janathon

I’ll come back and fill this in once I’ve done it.

 

The Spotify Playlist for today is here

10th Day of Christmas and 3rd of Janathon – #12DCP

Tree decoration - tree in the eye

Today the decoration seems to be poking himself in the eye with a tree; befitting for today’s theme which is:

Pain

I’m wrapping several concepts into this one, rather than drag out the quest for pain which would be foolhardy. Pain from sharp or blunt instruments, heat, cold, hunger, headaches, kidney pain, acute, dull, throbbing, exquisite, emotional pain. Oh so many cans of worms and bad memories that could come to the fore. Plenty to stimulate the writers brain – any you are prepared to share? As I’m currently doing the detox thing [yes I know nothing is proven for it but it gives my body a rest and a horrible headache; the Puritan in me tells me this is a good thing] I am able to tune into pain quite well today. However, this can be as nothing compared with those who suffer hunger or chronic pain conditions. Strangely though we need pain and the absence of pain, neuropathy, can be equally damaging as those with long term diabetes and leprosy may discover.

Shall I share a story with you?  As it involves a slide with a wooden run off board – perhaps I’ll let you join the dots for yourself.

Janathon

Bit of a muck up on my part. As the weather was horrendous this morning I didn’t run and decided to go to the gym later and attempt the treadmill. When I got there though the gym was closed (remember to check the opening times next time). So I came home and got out a yoga dvd instead. Half an hour of Geri Yoga it was actually very pleasant and stretched out the aching back and has left me feeling good. Not the pounding of the streets that many Janathoners will have done, but something I wouldn’t have done otherwise; so I’m happy.

The Spotify playlist for today is here

9th Day of Christmas and 2nd of Janathon – #12DCP

Today’s tree decoration has a different feel to the others, made of felted fabric he is soft and as a tree decoration I’m not that fond of him. However, he fits the theme for today:

Touch

From the soft socks given for Christmas, kittens fur or the rough rasping of a dog’s tongue to the personal aspects of human skin against human skin what does touch mean to you? I was looking for images of a sensory homunculus to share when I found Colganology with some images created for QI.

So today I’m out to identify how things feel, from these hard, smooth plastic keys on the keyboard to everything I do today – how or what do you feel today?

Janathon – today I took the dog in a basket on the bike, out to a track across the fields. Only just over 4 miles but hard work due to the weight and needing to concentrate hard.

The Spotify Playlist for today is here

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