It’s Easter Sunday morning of 2020, we’re in the midst of a global pandemic named Covid19 yet here I sit in the favourite room of my rental in Surrey with the sun streaming through the full length windows and the birds blissfully sing their morning song.
I woke at 6am but lazily lied in bed whilst checking my phone. A terrible bad habit, one I desperately try to change on a regular basis.
The messages are streaming in this morning from my best girlfriend’s of 10+ years, after last night’s Zoom birthday call with our dearest Russian bestie. Which mind you lasted 4 hours. It was so lovely to reminisce and see how far we’ve come in that time whilst celebrating a special 40th birthday.
Anyway, I made my espresso and retreated back to my favourite spot, got changed into my run gear and put my earbuds on charge. All knowing that I will go outside for my one form of allowed exercise. Having not been outside in 2 days I know my mind is starting to conjure up emotions that are not good for me.
Speaking of emotions, my my they are can go up and down at a speed I didn’t even know I was capable of. I am okay, please don’t be concerned. I just go through pangs of what I should be doing Vs not wanting to do anything at all.
Then I just stop, take a breath, put the phone down and exactly what I feel like. Often that honestly can be doing nothing. To sitting in my office and working on my run collection for Stomp the Pedal or to what I’m interrupting myself from doing right now, as I write this insert.
Sunday mornings have become a bit of a sit in my loft, with the coffee and read a book for as long as my concentration will allow it.
My dear friend and Stompette, Anya from the US sent me an great book last year when my marriage broke down (still a sore subject but it’s nearly been a year) named Wild.
I’d watched the movie but never read the book, until this morning when I decided that I could not be bothered with any more bloody business books for the moment. My mind needed to feel like it was going on a holiday, a journey of discovery.
Inside of the cover my friend had written a message, where I will now end this post as I want to read more of the book before I go for my Easter Sunday jog/run/walk.
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Hey, I'm Tarsh! Passionate, fun-loving Aussie now based in London. Founder of activewear label Stomp The Pedal, motivational speaker and multiple Ironman triathlete. Thanks for visiting my site!