The Art of Timing?

Blog blog blog, its all so new and fun and novel....I trust my entries will be inversely proportionate to the amount of time passed since i signed up for this account.

but in the interim, just a few late night meandering thoughts coming to you direct from my humble abode in Vienna (the little disclaimer bit, the person this blog is meant to entertain most is me, hah). and i'm in pain, but not enough to stop me from typing, heehee. no, kickboxing class is not that bad, but sometimes I do wonder why I do this training and will my spinning back-kick ever improve? something to ask a magic 8 ball I guess.

but the thing that sparked my urge to write this evening....tonight the instructor said 'timing is very important in our sport..'...which means i am probably destined never to improve, as timing is not exactly a strong point in any area of my life. One of my most commonly used phrases is 'feast or famine', and there's always that tendency to wander onto U-bahn platforms just as the gruff voice announces 'zurück bleiben bitte!' and it drives off..without self. I am also the girl who manages to show up somewhere right before..or after the big event (Dublin the weekend before 17 March, for example)...and those oh-so-unseasonal rains in supposed South African summer...we normally don't get this, really...snow in Barcelona...this is the first time in 3 years, amazing! Clearly he who made that statement didn't realise who they were dealing with, teehee. and more recently, tne interruption in the mild winter in Calgary left me with the exact 3 days i was there in November dipping well into the minuses (-40) and warming right after I left.

I inherit this weather changing travel curse from my mother, who has an unerring ability to bring bad weather wherever she goes. The upcoming forecast which says our late winter comes on the day she arrives for her Viennese visit and leaves pretty much on her flight back over the Atlantic puts paid any proof to that which I've known from an early age. I'm sure the 2 of us travelling together would have the ability to bring about the next ice age to the unlucky destination. boo. I've other examples of my rubbish timing, but best not be putting those in public view....

ciao!