Age Related Madness

I have decided that age induced madness has set in. I am sitting on my bed, wondering if I will ever walk again. - I mean just getting off my bed seems to be, in the too hard basket. Hence - this is where the madness comes in.

Today when my friend popped in for an early morning coffee, he suggested that he might play hooky from his course, and go for a walk. One of those mental health days; - Boy do I love the person who invented that. Now since it was one of those Indian summer days, in the middle of autumn, I thought that since all I had today was a philosophy lecture and I am sure I could use some philosophic argument, to do the same. Maybe since this paper is called morals and the good life, I could use ego ethicism or the unitaring approach... Don't ask me to explain all this, I am still rubbing my head in lectures.

Anyway, back to my madness. We did go for this walk and as you can hear maybe, I shouldn't have. - Just punishment some might say. At the edge of Christchurch, there is this forest/ plantation; Bottle Lake Forest. All through the forest are Mt Bike tracks and walking tracks. This forest is mainly of exotic pine, grown to be milled. The trees range in age from ready to be milled to seedlings. In all honesty, I much prefer walking in our native bush, listening to the birds, but this is a great second best, and we are lucky to have such a resource so close to/ part of the city.

With that in mind, three things have been my demise:

One: I will honestly admit it, I am not fit. I mean at Uni yesterday I had a class on the 6th floor. It briefly crossed my mind to walk the stairs, but we are talking so briefly that a wink takes longer. My compromise to this slothen thought was I'd walk down the stairs. So you can see my dedication.

Two: I forgot, and kicked myself the whole time... you should see the bruise. That my friend walks so fast that I feel like one of those kids. You know, the little ones, which always have to take a couple of skips to catch up with their parents. I think if I had jogged I might've kept up better, but jogging is a bigger dirty word than walking up stairs. Actually, I made a sarcastic comment at one stage, that I was obviously a very dutiful female, for I was keeping my seven steps behind him at all times. I think it got lost in the back draft.

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