Take note of the above, fair readers. These three things are vital to a pain free life as I am discovering in this, my 30th year. Allow me to elaborate, if you will.
My posture is shocking and as a result my back is giving me the grief that I apparently deserve. I have a niggling little pain to the right of my spine, about mid back upon inspiration and if I sit or lay funny. I have been working on sitting up straight and today it is a much better.
Ben and I went to a gorge in The Coromandel Penninsula yesterday. This morning we worked on my pronunciation of the name of this particular gorge but I can't remember what it is three hours later. I digress. This walk led us through some old gold mine tunnels, most of which require a torch to enable one to get to the other side safely. Even with a torch, I still managed to smash my head on a low hanging rock at the end of one of the tunnels. The pain! But more so I think it was the shock that caused me to bawl like a smacked child. Luckily I had my trusty fishing hat on to save my head from being split open. Learn from my mistake friends, duck when walking through underground tunnels.
Last but not least, if ever you are shopping for tramping boots please remember that cheap is not always good. One of the blisters I attained from the bargain bin boots we bought a few weeks back was so deep it is taking ages to heal. I have a 2cm split on my left heel that is weepy and every time it seams itself up it splits again when I walk/ sit/ sleep. True, this could happen with any pair of boots but it happened with these and I loathe them. Nevertheless, I shall persist with them. Once I heal I will be submitting myself to more punishment and wearing them again. And again and again and again until they behave. Take that stupid boots. (I've just been told I rattle on too much about my blisters, so this is the last you'll hear of them. Slow news day.)
Love!
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