Saturday 17 November 2012

Ciao

Been a little while since I've posted a blog post that doesn't include a tag of melancholia and recollection, but here's one:

Had a superb week I would say - looking back with rose tinted spectacles on another week of hard graft in the North - and there were certainly some noteworthy highlights.

First of which is a note in itself - I've gone paperless for the first time in...ever. I've tried before now but always reverted back to the trusty pad and pen. I've got on one with Evernote again, an online note service that syncs to your various mobile devices. I'm hoping with the addition of a certain tablet (which I am desperate to lay my hands on) that there will be even less paper in my bag, and as a result, my back won't ache so badly!..

Mixing beautifully into, my bloody back! It's been aching and full of pain this week and it's a direct result of lugging that tonne of a rucksack around. I made the foolish decision at the start of the new academic year of rationalising a heavy bag full of media 'essentials', for example, I wanted my field recorder on me, various gadgets that would be handy in ridiculous but - as my rationalising brain deduced - possible situations... Alas, after a few months of wearing it day in day outC my back is really feeling the strain. I can also feel my posture really hitting the hay. I think this calls for two things...more stretching and more swimming.
On the stretching front, I live a sheltered life..definitely time to work the strings.
On the swimming front, I'm certainly doing more than I have been, but not enough to build back up the muscles being battered by that sodding bag! Time to hit the pool, I'm off tomorrow morning for some front crawl.

I have been in the pool a fair bit mind, maybe not swimming but doing my kayaking class - a right ball each week. It's a great group of guys who do it and I was disappointed to have missed out on freshers trip due to a lack of dollar and time! Infact, time well spent in the throes of a Bon Iver concert and celebrating mates' birthdays in country pubs. Hurrah.
Last time round, it seemed the trip had whittled away at the instructors and alas, no instructors to take the session, which soon descended into a mass game of water polo! I can't have played this game for years!!..not since the days of all inclusive holidays where foreigners in speedos are gagging to get the mid-morning pool antics going.

It was fantastic, certainly a good work out, it's taxing work having to circumnavigate the pool trying to aim at makeshift goal posts like year 4 football! I would love to join a club and I am seriously considering it (it was bloody good keep fit!)...if it wasn't for the apparent prerequisite of speedos which would severely hamper my current relationship and, how shall I put this...the battering, bruising nature of the sport!
Hey...we'll see.

Got back to the changing room and realised my shampoo had exploded in my other rucksack. I ended up with a phenomenally fragrant bag and a very glossy iPhone. Not a great week for bags.

My decision on the heavy bag by the way...I need to put it in a car boot or up/down-grade to a suitcase.