Charity Climb: Journey to Moshi, and Onwards.

Facebook very kindly reminded me today, that three years ago I was just about to set off along the River Ayr path, all 44 miles of it, from source to sea. At the time it was a big deal, as at the age of 54, I had not walked any great distance in the past at all. My plan was to walk 10-12 miles every day of the 4 day Easter weekend.

Little did I know where this was leading me. My destination is now firmly set on Moshi, in 2019, and from there onwards and upwards, quite literally.

The charity that this journey is for, is for Whitleys Retreat, a place that provides holidays for children and families with life threatening illnesses, in the heart of the Ayrshire countryside, right on my doorstep.

I would be honoured if you stayed with me on the AtoZChallenge, and you will get to learn more about the wonderful work that is going on there, when we reach W. If you cannot wait, then click on the link above, and read about it on their facebook page. Be sure to mention this blog if you do.

Blessings Joy

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What Marriage is All About

I went out for a coffee with a friend today. Over the course of the conversation, I just happened to mention that I was going to be climbing Kilimanjaro in the future, like 18 months into the future, and that as part of my training I had joined a hill-walking group. My friend asked me if my husband was going to be doing it with me? She was a little surprised when I said NO!

It then dawned on me that I was expecing my darling husband to make a huge compromise, to allow me to do what I was planning to do. Marriage is all about making compromises, big and small, and it probably doesn’t get much bigger than this. Saying goodbye to your wife as she sets off to go to deepest darkest Africa, to climb a mountain, not knowing if she is fit and able to achieve it, to not be there by her side as she achieves it, as no doubt I will.

When I first moved 400 miles to be with him, leaving behind my life as I knew it, I thought I was making all the compromises, and he was making very few, if any, after all, his life was going on as usual, same house, same friends, same golf club, same GP. It was me that was up-rooting my daughter and having to find all those new things to replace the old life I was leaving behind. Now I am beginning ot understand that he is compromising too. In different ways.DSC_0183

Act Now

How many periods in time do you think you have any influence over?

The answer is 1, NOW, the present.

If you like where you are now, if you like what you are doing, that’s great, you are likley to be a happy contented individual. However if the reverse is true, you are not happy where you are, nor what you are doing, then you can take action NOW, in the present.

We have no idea what will happen in the future, we can make plans for it, and we should, because otherwise life happens TO us, we are not in control of what happens, but ultimately the future, can go against our plans. Have you ever made a plan, only for it to be affected by the weather, or by someone else pulling out, or not doing what you thought they would? I certainly have.

Equally, you cannot change the past. You can change how you feel about it, you can chose to let go of the bad feelings that remind you of how you felt about incidents that happened to you in the past, but you cannot change the events of the past.

So what are you doing now, in the present that you don’t like? Do you like your job? Do you surround yourself with people that you would rather not have around you?

I set you a challenge to change it now, today, this very moment in the present, take a step, and let me know where it takes you on your journey. Follow me and see where my steps take me.

Namaste

JoyEvery Journey Single Step

The Transformation of a Jelly Baby

Did you make any New Year Resolutions this year? Have you kept them up? Or have you failed miserably yet again to make this year, the year you change your life, yourself, your level of fitness, or any other challenge that you set yourself on 31st December year x?

Let’s be honest, we have all done it haven’t we? Promised ourselves that this year will be THE year to make the change and the difference So how are you doing?

For me, with a birthday in January, and a daughter who also has a Birthday in the first 2 weeks of the year, it was never going to be a good month to stay off the alcohol, the chocolates, the cake now was it? So we celebrate in style, and look forward to February when we can set our goals, knowing that the days are getting longer, the evenings are getting lighter, and it is oh so much easier to race round the streets after tea. And let’s be honest the promise of summer just around the corner is always a good time to think of lying on the beach, and just how are the tops of my legs going to look in my cossie this year? I probably have this thought every year, and tell myself that I will have slim thighs by June, but fail miserably. But this year is going to be different, and just what has made me get up off the couch and go and do something this year?

Well it was episode 1 of Apple Tree Yard, a psycholgical thriller that is on our TV at the moment. The main character is a post-menopausal woman who says that her physique resembles that of a Jelly Baby, and boy did that hit a chord! It was funny, but also the bitter truth, my body too is squidgy in places which resembles that of a favourite sweet.

So yesterday I set some goals.

Starting point:

Weight 11 stone/ 151 lbs

Vital Statistics  32 33 43 not so much a jelly baby as a pear drop

Resting Heart Rate 70 bpm

Exercise Nil

My goals: To run a 5 km fun run in May and a 10 km run in aid of charity in Sept. Get my weight down to 140 lbs in May and 130 lbs in Sept.

To transform this Jelly Baby into a Pear Drop, less squidgy, more hard muscle, but still sweet all the way through

Today I joined a gym and walked/jogged/ran 1 kilometre in 10 minutes 16 seconds, and got my heart rate up to 144 bpm.

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The reason I am sharing with you all in the blogosphere is so that you will hold me accountable. I want you to follow me on my journey, to encourage cajol and downright bully me, if I slip off this pathway. Will you do that for me?

Blessings and a Happy New Year to you all Joy x

 

Secrets and Turmoil

Period Costume Drama Versailles Pilgrims ProgressI happily admit that I am a bit of a costume period drama addict, and the most recent 1 that I am catching up on is Versailles, the story of the Sun King Louis XIV of France, the BBCs latest. It has been on about 5 weeks now, but I always seem to miss it when it is on the Beeb, and I am  watching it on catch-up. I am on episode 2. Episode 1 ends with the Queen giving birth to her second child, a girl, who also happens to be, lets just say, not the same skin tone as the King. And here, for me, the problem starts, although there was obviously problems in the royal marriage of at least 9 months gestation.

In the second episode, we see a funeral, a pretence, a show, to everyone around the court and the country and to it’s neighbours, the Dutch, that there has been another story, the story of a still-birth. Most of the court is unaware of what has happened, they are grieving the death of the Royal Princess, unknowing that the child is alive and well, and being nursed by a blind wet-nurse.

How many times in our lives does something happen that we did not want to happen, and then we invent stories to cover up the truth?

When I attended my Mother’s funeral, the lies that she had told to her friends began to become  much clearer to me. The reason that she had kept me at arms length at events that I would have liked to have been invited to, became much clearer. She had lied about my life, she had lied about who my father was, she had told stories to those around her, and she had to keep the pretence up.

There is a line in the 2nd episode, it goes “Don’t you understand how rumours start? Silence only fuels the fire” If people are not told the truth, then they make up their own.

I find myself watching Versailles and thinking about the political turmoil in the current situation in the UK and the EU. History really doesn’t change that much. Costume does, but not the human story behind it, the power, the way women have used their charm and beauty to get what they want, the power hungry men (and women) and the death and destruction that powerful people leave in their wake.

27 degress and only 7 am

Our last day, and the first day that hubby and I have got up early and gone for a walk along the beach. The temperature gauge on the car said 27 degrees at 7.11 am, boy I think it is going to be a hot one today.

We have in the past either got up early, or gone for a walk at sunset, along the beach, once the madding crowds are away. I have to admit, people are not my thing. To be there when there are very few people about is wonderful. To gaze out to sea, and imagine that I am living several hundreds of years ago, and dreaming about what was across the Ocean, over the horizon, is what I like best. Even my hubby annoys me, when he stands in my view and blocks my vision. He did it several times this morning, and I moved away, eventually he got the message, and stood behind me, protecting me, whilst I stared out, and imagined.

Today I saw something on the beach for the first time. The first thing I noticed was lots of seagulls, hovering over the sea just metres from the beach, and I was curious as to what the were feeding off. It then became clear as we discovered little fish, like whiting, stranded on the beach. Damn I wish I’d had my camera on me this morning. The first few we saw were flapping, and so we carefully picked them up and placed them back into the sea, to await thier fate. Would they survive the seagulls that were offshore?

Not long after that, the fish we found seemed to have very little life in them, but still we returned them to the sea, but after about 10 minutes, the ones on the sand were stiff and lifeless. We were too late to save them, and it would appear that they would not even keep the food chain alive, as nothing seemed too interested in using their poor forlorn bodies as nourishment for themselves.

Have we left it too late? Tomorrow we leave the villa at 8.30 am. Will we get another walk on the beach in the cooler temperatures, before we fly home tomorrow? Best get packing if I want to go for it!

Blessings JoyActivity, movement, physical exercise, health, joy, plato

 

24 Hours Later

It has been a full 24 hours since I stood on this spot and watched my daughter’s plane take off, as she headed back home, leaving me on holiday with my husband (MB) and my MIL.DSC_0270 I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

Hubby and I spent a lovely morning exploring the old parts of Faro. This put me in my element, I love exploring old towns and cities, I almost have the sense of having lived in those times, and I know the twist and turn of the narrow streets. Our holiday has taken a twist of it’s own too, since my DD left.

 

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There has been a sense of serene-ness, interspersed with some paranoia from my MIL. She accused me of “going into her room early this morning, and telling, nay demanding, that she should get up”, she told my hubby. At this point I had not even set 1 foot downstairs, and hubby knew this, so for once I heard him defending me. All too often I hear her saying things, and he doesn’t defend me, but in this instance he did. Much as I think that she needs to kick her own arse out of bed, before this holiday is completely over, and we are heading back to the UK, I hadn’t actually said it out loud…..I hadn’t even set 1 foot down the stairs at this point.

MIL has now gone into whimpering child mode, which really sets my darker side on alert. I really must try and remain calm, so that I can enjoy the rest of my time here. Husband is now piggy-in-the-middle as he tries to get her to at least get dressed and go out once in the holiday. So far she has remained in a nightie. It is 10 days now! I can hear her whimpering to him, but we really do need to get her out so that the cleaners can get in and clean the villa, including her room!

2 HOURS LATER:

Well we managed to get her dressed, and take her out to lunch. What a saga that was, she moaned and groaned all the time we were out. Nothing that we did could make her say anything pleasant. It was too hot, her feet hurt, her legs hurt, she didn’t want anything to eat, she wanted to go back and lie down on the bed. We went for a short drive after the non-event of lunch, and she was like a spoilt child, just wanting her own way all the time. Hubby wanted to take her round the area to show her the work that had been taking placce since she was last there. Well she refused to even look out the window. I realised that I sometimes act like this, and that her behaviour is a mirror being held up to me. I vowed that I would try and be a little bit more pleasant to MB in future.

Well only another 2 full days here. I will miss this place, but I sincerely hope that this is the last time we bring MIL. Her health is just not up to the journey, and then the heat. This saga is about to come to an end. I will now look forward to holidaying out here in the future and seeing more of the Algarve than I have done in the past.

Blessings Joy