Last night we made it to the flicks to see Cloud Atlas.
I read the book a couple of years ago and the film invokes the same initial confusion as your brain tries to make sense of the different strands… it’s challenging, especially in full and rather graphic technicolour.
The fact that this is not a film for everyone was evidenced by the few people who walked out part way through, though it had a tidy resolution that would probably have given them more peace than they would undoubtedly have been left with.
My own vague malaise bottomed out yesterday and the film was then great healing material.
Despite my improved countenance this morning dawned grey and cold again, so I opted for another run on the machine, setting the speed to 7mph and increasing it gently as the distance increased. In the last ten minutes I increased the speed more progressively, reaching 8.5mph at the close.
I remained calm and relatively unhurried throughout, staring at the white wall in front of me with an empty mind. It was undoubtedly hot work, even with the fan blowing air on me, but it was not hard work and at the end of 60 minutes I had covered 7.25 miles.
As I have been writing the sun has made an appearance, giving a more hopeful hue to the colours outside… Spring is almost here and a new cycle is about the start.