Well that was certainly a good start.
Fighting the bitter Aegean winter temperatures with a brisk jog around the local lagoon. The water is a shimmering shade of turquoise, the track is dust, and it’s scattered with a jagged array of sharp antagonistic pebbles..
I fell off two months ago.
As in, from my routine.
I was visiting this place twice a day, sun up and sun down, pull-ups push-ups and dips in the morning, seven kilo-meter run in the evening.
Motivation.
It comes, and it goes..
I recall being given the advice that you should build yourself up during the winter, so you’re fresh for the summer. That might actually be DJ Khalid line. Doesn’t matter, sometimes I forget who told me what, it all kind of collides together into a low budget episode of Oz..
Regardless, I find the advice amusing right now, as it is cold.
No not England cold, but it’s still cold..
Mustering up the willpower to duck out the door and run the gauntlet of very bored and very excitable stray dogs that live outside my house, when my breath is visible, is taking some getting used to.
But it’s happening.
I'm back on it.
I gave myself a motto years ago, which was, roughly, “as long as you exercise, create and write, things will work out”. I actually carved it into the ceiling of my cell. It had more back then, such as the crudely scrawled “eat a dick” by a smelly gold teethed prat down the tier, however the three I have mentioned still stand.
Upon arriving here I have put them into play.
Has it worked?
