keeping up
I’m at that strange half-way stage, where I never feel completely well, but it would be wrong to say I’m ill.
I can go for a 7 mile walk, but I turned down a guest list entrance to see Bruce Cockburn and meet him afterwards tonight at the Melkweg, because I know I’m not up to standing around for an hour or so.
I should be happy with my progress, and I am.
I wish my body didn’t have to constantly remind me that I am actually, not very well at all, but I guess that’s a good thing.
It’s what stops me turning the 7 mile walk into 10 miles, and stops me from going out to spend an evening out when what I need is a bit of rest.
