There are several reasons I’m feeling rather pleased with myself this evening, as I multi-task (I’m both languishing and typing) in front of our roaring log fire on this somewhat rainy Monday. Here are two of them: 1) today, following our most recent (8-mile) hike, we topped 50 miles (we’re on 53 miles so far) as a holiday hikeage total; 2) I have finished, worn and am loving my new woolly cowl, as modelled here by my fair self, with Swanage Pier in the background:
This time next week, we’ll have been cosily ensconced in our holiday cottage in Purbeck, Dorset, for two whole days. Our long-awaited break is almost upon us – and not a moment too soon! On Friday, having made the third and final of three enormous work-related deadlines, I went for a walk to release some adrenaline. After ten minutes, my body reacted – suddenly and decidedly – to the relief and it was all I could do to convince one foot to follow the other until I got back home. ‘The fatigue is come upon me’, cried the Lady of Crouch End – or, at least, she would have done, had she had sufficient strength for more than a whimper.
When it’s a humongous cover for a bolster cushion, naturally.
It all started in the late summer of 2012 when I developed terrible and apparently interminable back and neck pain. Goodness knows what triggered this. Suspects at the time – none of whom were then or have since been brought adequately to justice – included a poor understanding of what to do with my neck at yoga (I was then but a mere novice, squeaky in my shiny newness), my inexcusably poor posture while seated at my desk during office hours, and my inconvenient habit of sleeping on my front. Continue reading