...or “How to stop a Tigger in her tracks in a really good way”. I've just been to the sauna. It was ace. I lay down. I got hot. I drank water. I went for a swim. I drank some more water. I got hot again. I had a lovely shower (hallelujah! I love my flat but I'll love it more when the central heating and hot water works). I drank some more water. And I walked home EVER so slo-o-o-o-owly. Not like a Tigger walks normally, at all!
There's a real sense of healthyness about my move to Halifax. I can see myself getting membership at the pool and building in sauna time regularly. I walk up and down hills (not big hills, and not far, but further than I was walking). I have more “thinking space” which isn't in front of a computer and is “in transit” (my favour type of thinking type). I'm in bed super early and I'm absolutely OK with it. I'm going at my speed, in my way, with my things. And it's ace.
It has to be said, tho', that, having not brought flip flops with me to the pool, tromping from the sauna suite to the pool in my black boots and carrying my towel was a little surreal. I was a little surprised by the number of people who seemed to be watching as I had my swim and then headed back to the sauna suite and it was only when I had my shower that I realised both how red my skin had got and also how many bruises I'm sporting at the moment! Having bruised easily since childhood and with a high pain threshold it really doesn't bother me but I'll always remember the cries I got in the changing room at secondary school when I had a bruise the size of a side plate on my hip which I simply hadn't noticed...until the squeals from my friends.
But yes, Halifax: ace. Sauna: ace. Sleepy-tiredy-body-connection: ace.
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