...I just had the most bizarre experience. I went to a Mortal Combat exercise class, which involves you beating the sh*tting daylights out of an imaginary enemy, whilst listening to the grimest Techno music you've ever heard coming out of a white Ford Escort, at a volume so loud it makes your head bleed, neverlone your ears, whilst the pneumatic nutter instructor sang along (if thats possible to Techno) and encouraged us to Woo! and Yeah! as we kicked and punched said imaginary attacker in the head.
I joined the gym today too, it was a one off fee of only �99 for all day, until the end of September!! Bargain! I think I am becoming addicted to exercise, apart from today and sailing yeserday, I've got Tang Soo Do tommorow and yoga and kayaking this week.. this is a thousand and eighty for me, neverlone a 180!
I've got an overwhelming urge to say 'goodbye' to my ex. To have THAT conversation, to wish him well and stop waiting. It hurts too much, I feel waves of sadness whenever I remember what it was like to have him in my life and how much I miss him, for his personality, his hugs, the way he made me feel, so loved and cherished and secure. How can we just leave it there, without saying goodbye after all those years?
