July 2013

[Sweder]

Wobbly. No other word for it, really.
Three weeks of sloth coupled with feckless consumption have fed the monster behind my belt.

Not long landed in the palm-lined sweat-box that is Orlando, gazing in horror at the ugly mass beneath my chest, enough was enough. I hauled on the Five-Fingers and set off around Cornonado's sculpted lake. A mile later I was back at my door but I pushed on for lap two. Sweat poured freely, soaking my 2013 Almeria finisher's shirt. Led Zeppelin did their best to carry me around, ably supported by Motötrhead and the excellent rock n rock classic Limb From Limb. The climax drove me to up my pace in the final stretch. I careered past the door once more, only to slump to pedestrian pace as the music changed.

The last lap was a struggle, yet again my iTunes Shuffle kept me going. I chuckled even as I fought for breath in the clammy darkness, scaring a Disneyfied family strolling, goggle-eyes and Mouse-eared, back to their room. The irony in the lyric was poetic, the link to a film about facing an impossible fight prophetic. I'll need a few more of these ugly flogs if I'm to avoid paying excess baggage on the flight home next Monday. Pray for me.