Zen and the lifting of heavy things.

Long time no jog. Went to Istanbul, lost 2 or 3 kg, no idea how. Came home, put it back on. I’ve been trying interval sprints, see how that goes for a month or two, but this morning I got myself talked into a nice little run at 7 am with Crazy Triathlon Man and I-do-14k-for-fun man.

What have I become? Mind you, I held my own for the first 25 minutes, and then Brian gave it up due to a back injury. So not total humiliation. And it was nice to be out and moving with buddies in the morning sun. But man, is there ever a normal blog post brewing about turning 35 and … changing.

Trapeze proceedeth apace! Sasha the rigger is back on show crew, and she is an ex-aerialist, so she is going to train with me. New trapeze is hung and is dead sexy. I have lost the callouses on the back of my knees.

That’s about it, really.