Perhaps I need to cultivate a bit of animal spirit. It’s windy here today. I feel weak and sore, the opposite of what I wanted to be this week. I should be going to get my ass handed to me at FH, but instead I’m sitting at my desk looking out the window at the trees blowing in the wind with a hot water bottle on my lower back. I have no movement in my hips, cant bend at the waist very well, and the girls had to help me put on my socks this morning. Great timing. I don’t want to pull out of this competition but there is a week left and I need to be able to at least bridge and shrimp if nothing else.
The wind is blowing the old incense along the windowsill and onto the floor. The wind isn’t one directional, it is all ways. The bushes are blowing in a circular way, not just to my left as they usually do. The trees are doing full pirouettes, the branches waving like those inflatable monsters. How my back is burning and my hip tight and my leg sore. This sucks.