This girl is an angel (not me, the girl on the right 🙂 ).
I was not feeling my best this morning so Sally (aka Twinnie; we look alike right?) made me delicious simple vegetable soup. I knew I made a good decision in living with a chef. Actually she is a pastry chef/chocolate chef (no complaints about that, believe me) but she can make everything.
Soup and some gentle harbourside yoga is a great pick me up. I think all the travelling I’ve been doing has been a tiny bit stressful on my body, and combined with my slightly sprained ankle I’m just a bit under the weather.
I sprained my ankle badly last year when I was living at the Yoga centre in Canada, and my lovely boyfriend was kind enough to literally take me everywhere in the wheelbarrow. I personally think it was quite romantic 🙂 A few days ago I tripped on some driftwood when I was running on the beach and twisted the same ankle, which is still not as strong as the other one. This time luckily it is nowhere near as bad as last time, I’m pretty sure my bestie would rather not have to wheelbarrow me around Sydney. I’ve been icing it and elevating it and won’t run on it until it feels completely normal again.
I am looking at the awesome side of this- more yoga!! 🙂
We did the below video and I loved it, I am a big fan of Ashtanga yoga and while this seemed a little more Vinyasa-ey because it felt quite fast to me, I thought it was a great starting point for Ashtnaga:
After yoga we went out for coffee at the cutest cafe in central Sydney. I needed my caffiene fix quick smart before going to uni to start on a few essays. Studying again after such a long holiday= ouch. I think I will ease back in while I try to remember what responsibilities feel like. I am actually very happy to be studying again though, I LOVE my course and my lecturers, they are awesome.
Other responsibilites: that little thing called work. I work at a busy French restaurant in central Sydney and it is a whole lot of fun but physically very hard on my body. The below situation is the position I assume in the lift on the way home: you can’t see it but Sally is pushing on my back while I make scary facial expressions and try to stretch out my sore sore legs.
FYI: waitressing with a sprained ankle is not fun. I do not recommend it unless you are ridiculous like me and have taken a two month holiday for which you must now pay the price and take on any and all shifts you are offered.
Get ready for TMI: my shoes are now filled with blood from my swollen ankle rubbing against the leather. It is not pretty and at one point for realsies I actually thought I was going to faint from the pain (not pain in my ankle, I would take that seriously, pain from the blisters. The ankle itself does not hurt to walk on, I think sprained stuff should be taken seriously so please don’t get me wrong here 🙂 ).
Sally was again an angel and got me the below gloriousness that brought tears of joy and relief to my eyes.
It is a Friday night and the first thing I think when my boss says they don’t need me to work tonight is (thank goodness otherwise I was going to die of blister pain) and “YAY I get to work on my ethics essay”. Ethics in therapy is not really even my favourite thing to write about, but it feels good to be hitting the books again. Apparently I am a nerd. Some 24 year olds are hitting the clubs, I am hitting the books.
The sign from the cute cafe we went to reminded me why I am excited to write an ethics essay on a Friday night and why I am waitressing with a sprained ankle and feeling lucky to do so: it is enabling me to follow my big dream of doing my MA in Psychotherapy here in Sydney.
What is your biggest dream right now?
Have you ever waitressed? How did you survive physically? – I am serious, I thought I was fit until I started waitressing, now I am just confused. Why is running 10 miles ok while waitressing for 4 hrs nearly kills me?