Fat Woman With A Band

While I was in Boston this past week, I attended the travelling Cirque du Soleil show, Ovo. It was fantastic. It’s the fourth or fifth Cirque show I’ve seen, and I liked it as much as, or perhaps ever more than some of the others.

What I did appreciate this time more than the other shows was the sheer athleticism of the performers. Now that I’ve done a very little bit of training, I think I’ve gained an appreciation of the HUGE amount of work the Cirque performers must put in to do the work they do many times a week. The shows are physically demanding, and each performer made it look effortless, polished, and beautiful.

And, of course, as this blog is about weight and size. Two stories.

The first is that I fit comfortably in the seat. I know that a little while ago I would have either just barely been able to squeeze into the seat, or at some points in the past not fit at all.

The second story is about the woman seating on my left. She and her partner just barely fit into their seats. She kinda sat on my seat. I then moved towards brooke’s seat, and then brooke moved very slightly to her right. The upshot was, that the woman sitting to brooke’s right got up and moved into the row behind us to be more comfortable. This is exactly the kind of seat shifting shenanigans I would have instigated myself. I’m thankful it wasn’t me this time – and I had a great deal of empathy for the woman who started the musical chairs. I couldn’t tell whether she noticed.

I didn’t get a lot of walking in during this trip. We were away four days and it rained almost nonstop for three days. The rain isn’t an excuse, I know. But that’s what happened.

I am a bit concerned that I haven’t trained enough for the walk that’s four weeks and three days away to ensure I finish in the time I originally hoped. However, I’m still convinced I’ll finish before the course closes. I am still walking – I did 13.5km today, and I’ve planned a bit more than 12km tomorrow. There’s also the usual LSD on Sunday. I’m going to continue to plod away. More like the turtle than the rabbit.

I wish my toenails were as attractive as these.

I’ve got fungus growing in three of them. I’ve decided to have these yucky toenails removed surgically. I’ve already had them cut back quite a bit, but need to have the last little bits dug out. I know that’s not the technical word for it, but I think you get the idea.

The happy thing is that the toes or the toenails don’t hurt, they’re just unsightly. According to the chiropodist we haven’t needed our toenails for a tens of thousands of years. They serve no purpose. So removing them won’t harm my toes or my feet. Good to know.

I decided to wait until after the half-marathon and my next trip to do it. The surgery is not a huge deal, and the recovery time is probably a week or so. I just don’t want to cut back on my training time for the marathon, and as I’m going away for a week soon after the half-marathon, I thought waiting ’til I return is the best course of action. There’s no harm in waiting as my toenails aren’t harming me, and as they’re already cut they’re not quite as ugly as they were before treatment.

So that’s what I’ve been thinking about lately – fungus and toenails. Hope your thoughts have been more fun.