Swimming: good!

It was a bit of a rush to get to the pool last night and by the time the we were allowed in, the session was only 35 minutes long.  The shorter window of time focuses the mind though, so I actually had a better workout that normal.  

Still lots of breast stroke lengths, but mixed in a few crawl sprints and  was starting to cope better with my muscles demanding blood until I raced the last two lengths whilst clearly ignoring the staff blowing their whistles for the end of the session.

As a result I felt a little dishwaterish for a while afterwards, but by the time I went to bed the endorphins had licked in and I felt great!  Swimming: good!

And yet more toe chasing

Another visit to the public baths tonight, this time for about 55 minutes.  It would have been longer but they don’t start selling tickets until a nanosecond before the session starts.

I discovered that the others don’t swim as fast as they make out, only terrorising me when I’m cruising with my unusual breast stroke.  If I summon up enough energy to crawl along the pool, I end up peddling backward half way down for fear of chewing their toes.

There was an amusing moment when a large guy did a seated belly flop into the pool, swamping a girl nearing the end of the lane.  Her head completely disappeared under the bow wave… she must have swallowed the whole lot!  And the water didn’t taste too great either… I inadvertently tried some before I finished the session.

You don’t get this malarkey when you’re running!  Not sure whether that’s a good thing or not!

At the closing of the year

More than two weeks have passed sans run, yet I am unrepentant… I have all my excuses neatly lined up.

I thought that I would add a little more to these pages before the closing of the year, but now I’m actually here, I can only report that Christmas went in a blur.  

Along with 2008.

May 2009 bring good fortune, health and happiness to you all… along with great running conditions!

And for those of you having parties during the year, especially if you also will be 45, remember to invite us!

Tootle pip!

Women!

What a gorgeous day it was!  Mighty cold mind, but beautiful!

It was a real shame that I was favouring my ankle, as it would have been a great day to have run up on to the Downs.  Still, not one for shirking the fitness regime (which basically involves trying to staying fit), I tagged along with Kim to the pool.

I think that I am right in saying that the last time I went swimming was in a rather exclusive pool in Thailand back in the spring.  2007.  And even then I was more interested in keeping cool, occasionally swimming to the in-pool bar for another G&T.

So I was slightly worried that I would swallow loads of water, get cramp, feel exhausted etc.  Actually it came back easily and I had little trouble breathing the air and though Nick or Cliff might smirk at my style, I had a really positive half hour.  

Even then I wasn’t tired, but I’m now old enough to know that my body is able to do a whole lot of amazing stuff, if I ask it to, but it can be really painful after the event.  Such insight!

I quickly lost count of the laps, so I can’t even give you an approximate distance, but having swum and then also cleaned the insides of all the windows in the house, I do at least feel exercised.

And both Kim and I agree that, even after only one week of doing the chi-kung exercises each day, we really do feel great.  I doubly recommend it!

Shaolin Cosmo Chi-Kung

Do what?  I’m not sure exactly what I have done to my foot, but I decided not to run this weekend.  Instead, after dropping in to see Kurt at Run yesterday to buy some warmer gloves, my exercise consisted of attending a Chi-Kung (or Qigong) course with Kim.

Chi-Kung (pronounced jee-gung) is a combination of simple motion and gentle breathing, performed in a meditative state of mind.  It is hard to imagine it being prescribed as a restorative by a UK doctor, which is a great shame, but in China it has been a key part of medicine for the last 5000 years.

If you’re wondering why western doctors might tend to be dismissive of Chinese medicine, I have just formed a (clearly over-simplistic) hypothesis:

From my personal experience, western medicine seems to be based loosely on cure, whereas eastern medicine appears to focus more on prevention.  

This may be because, historically, Europe and north America have been comparatively wealthy for the size of population and thus able to afford to develop a good ‘health system’, seeking to ease the symptoms or eradicate specific diseases and creating a range of drugs to this end.  

In China by comparison, with traditionally difficult terrain, poor infrastructure and 20% of the global population to look after on a relatively shoestring budget, a system of self-help augmented by locally available herbal remedies makes much greater economic and political sense.

As a result of its focus on cure, western medicine now often involves some kind of medical distress purchase whereas eastern medicine focuses more on promoting the health of the mind and body on a daily basis.  

Since a higher price can be charged for a distress purchase, western medicine has more budget not only to spend on the research of new compounds, enabling it to make technological advances, but on PR, which enables it to undermine its less costly competition.  Furthermore, since revenues can be taxed, it is presumably likely to find strong advocates in government.

In case anyone finds this even remotely contentious, please excuse me and remember it is only a humble hypothesis… said he, quickly returning to the chi-kung lesson.

Sifu Robin Gamble, our tutor, was English and younger than I had expected, but also had far more vitality than I generally see in the people I meet.  Bearing in mind the number of highly competent business people and talented entrepreneurs I mix with from around the globe, this is genuine praise.  His earnest approach quickly drew the students together, despite their different skills and levels of experience.

He had chosen some simple, memorable aspects of Chi-Kung to teach us in this introductory session, aiming to send us away more interested in the art and with the ability to replicate the patterns and derive genuine benefit from only a short intervention.

He showed us how to achieve Standing Zen and Swaying Willows Floating Clouds and the forms of Lifting the Sky, Pushing Mountains and Holding the Moon.  He also mixed in Punching with Wide Eyes and some other elements to add some fun and interest.

Held in the calm of the studio at the Acupuncture Clinic in Hove, the session was refreshing and energising, both for body and mind.  I don’t want to gush about it, but if you’re looking for a great way to spend a grey Saturday afternoon, it doesn’t get much better.  Or more restorative.

The Winter Runners Blues

Hey Dai, Nigel, Russell, d’ya got your guitars?

I fully intended to run this morning, but there was ice on the car outside and I wimped out.  Which was a real shame, as the ice had melted by the time the dawn broke and it really wasn’t that bad when I walked to work.  The upside was that It did get me thinking of some blues lyrics!

The Winter Runners Blues

Woke up this morning, planning to run, all there was outside, was a heavy frost and no sun

I’ve got the winter runners blues. it’s all those dingy winter hues, I am no winter runner fool, I’m hibernating ’til the spring.

The alarm lit up this morning, way before the dawn, looked outside to see it, cold and forlorn

I’ve got the winter runners blues, I’m on the winter runners booze, I’ve lost my winter runners balls, I’m meditating ’til the spring.

Walked to work this morning, wishing I had run, the muddy paths and puddles, really are such great fun

I’ve got the winter runners blues, but I have the winter runners shoes, and I have those gorgeous winter views, and I’m in training for the spring.

Repen tense!

Please readers, may I repent?  More than ten days have passed since I last ran and I’m starting to morph into a potato of the couch variety!

Next project please!

Summer gave us a really warm goodbye last weekend and I was determined to make the most of the fine weather by finishing the teahouse.  On went the sliding door that Kim had specified and up went the edging boards.  There are still a couple of internal tasks to do, but that’ll give me something to do while I ponder the next project.

There was just about enough time on Sunday to transfer my gardening junk from the garage to the teahouse and then tidy the garage ready to take my car back in time for autumn.  Kim’s car even got henry’d and washed, but the strength in my arms gave out before I had a chance to do mine!

I would like to thank all the folk who gave help and advice, but especially Andrew from Transformations who helped me make sense of my own design and understand what woodworking joints to use, Cliff who suggested less expensive solutions for my various crazy ideas, Nathan & his team from Upstairs Downstairs who kindly treated me as if I knew what I was doing and Kim for her invaluable design inputs.  And endless cups of tea!

taa-daa!  Cup of tea anyone? 
Taa-daa!  Cup of tea, anyone?