Since I went back to work in December, life has slowly, but surely, started gathering speed again. Which is the way I like it. I mean, leave me with my own thoughts for more than 5 minutes and I’ll start crying like a depressed Paris Hilton forced to wear monochrome slap, or come up with a random scenario for her demise, or suffer the Macarena in my head.
It feels good to actually have two generally functioning shoulders again. I still get a huge knot in my trapezius muscles every now again, but nothing a heat pack, pilates “opening of the door” or some tennis cannot sort out.
Speaking of tennis, Prince EXO3 Tour is awesome. That is a racket by the way. Stiffer than my OZone Tour, but now I’m used to it, absolutely love it. I’m hitting shots, especially off my forehand, I didn’t have the confidence to go for, and my serve, seriously affected by the shoulder problems, is gathering heat again.
Australian Open - Schiavone bt Kuznetsova 16-14 final set…finest ladies’ match of this generation.
I’m on a week’s leave now, sorting things out at home, watching the tennis, sleeping. I have borrowed a pilates book and DVD to use from my manager to use for the week, should be interesting.
I’ve signed up for a jaunt to Funny Girls through my tennis club. I still compare drag queens/artistes to the Witch from Left 4 Dead (look them up - disturb them at your peril, or prepare to meet your spleen).
And if I have to sum up January so far…Battlefield Bad Company 2, bang bang, stab stab, BOOM!