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I’ve lived in Cape Town for five years now but I only started trail running about a month ago. What was I thinking?! In fact, it’s taken a worldwide pandemic to get me out of my head and into the forests and mountains on my doorstep, which is probably one of the few blessings I’ll take from 2020. It’s not like we’re not an outdoorsy family, it’s just that because I’m married to a water man, we spend a significant time on the beach, leaving little spare time for much else.
Right, so I thought it would be helpful to list a few things that are providing me with solace and a little shot of joy over this time, in the hope that they will do the same for you. Please also share yours as comments if you have some cool stuff to add, so we can raise our spirits when we’re feeling low:
I’m fitter now than I was in my 20s. Granted, this is not that difficult, seeing as my 20s were spent in a blur of parties and travelling and drinking rather large pints of beer in foggy pubs. But I always had this assumption that it was all downhill from 40 and we may as well just give up on our physical fitness and lie on the couch in tracksuit pants forever until we die.
I’m not talking about mothers who are terminally ill or really suffering. That is different.
No, this is more of a guide of what to do if the mom in your household is quite under the weather (maybe it’s the flu). Why do I need to write a guide like this? Because I’ve noticed that moms do so much of the caring every day, and are so capable at life in general, that when they are sick the rest of the household thinks the mom can just carry on with life and do everything they usually do, just a little bit slower. NOT TRUE.
It’s been a stressful few days. All caused by my own anxious mind. That and the Internet.
You see, I found a lump in my left breast last week. One I hadn’t felt before. It was hard but tiny, like half a pea. Or a seed. And so I Googled my symptoms, even though I know you should NEVER do that, because I am compulsive and I can’t help myself, can I? And it came up that cancerous lumps can feel just like lemon seeds. Well, that was all I needed to send myself into a cycle of doom.