ZIMBO

Hello, world.

I have decided, even though a whole lot of people don’t actually take notice of this blog anyway, (I love you if you do!) I am still going to use it to vex and vent now and again. 

So, I have been feeling rather slummy recently, and I think last night was just about as much as I could handle. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, or why I have been so unhappy, if it means anything in the bigger picture or it’s just some silly phase that everyone goes through every now and then. All I know is I wasn’t enjoying it. All of a sudden I found myself with track shoes on, music in my ears, running through the streets of London.

I don’t remember preparing to go out, grabbing my keys or even fastening my laces. It’s a good thing I’m usually decently attired when moments of spontaneity arrive, if you get my drift. Anyway, there is something so euphoric about rushing through the night air, with a good song on repeat and knowing you’re doing your body a bid of goodwill. I feel so blithe. I suppose it’s something to do with my exertion releasing endorphins et al? Endorphins is a cool word don’t you think?

This is was such a simple thing to do, and I no longer feel like throwing myself under a supermarket trolley being pushed by an OAP who cannot find her favourite brand of denture sanitizer. Hell hath no fury like a pensioner scorned. Scary shit.

Cannot understand why I never had this freakish moment of ‘up & at em!’ sooner. But I feel really good now regardless. I feel as if I am actually in control of my life for the first time in months, just because I went for a run. 

Anyone who is feeling a little too close to crappy, take yourself off to the gym or go for a run! You’ll feel so different, at least feel a little less overwhelmed. I promise. 

I do however, need to harness my inner impetuous self - 3 A.M. ventures into London, unless inebriated, are not usually wise. 

Gasping like a whore, truth be told. Need to start eating healthier. 

Though I’m feeling all “Seize the day!” mentally , my aching ass is telling me to seize my pillow!

-x-

Please forgive my appalling sentence structure etc. It’s late/early.

I discovered a Zimbabwean/African specialty store in London, that has an online order system. I have spent the early hours of this A.M ordering home comforts I have not had for years and years, stuff that is so hard to find outside of Africa. I may have just undone myself of way too much money, but to hell with it, a guy deserves to taste the soda and such of his childhood once more before he turns 20! 

Also, I bought rusks for my Mum.