May 25th, 2005

happy

Stiff upper lip (and back, and knees..)

For those who are interested, I won't be training tonight either. I'm still sick, and I've decided to overcome my British upbringing and not make the best of things, be staunch or pretend nothing's wrong. I'm going to look after myself in the interests of maybe getting better faster. This probably means, combined with the time off I had with the back injury, that I'll miss grading. To be perfectly honest, I don't really care that much anyway. If I keep training, sooner or later I'll be a black belt and the other grades, well, just not that important.

So, um, anyone want to tell me why the British are so damned determined to put a brave face on things, to the detriment of their health and emotional wellbeing? Why do we always have to be strong and unflappable? And why do I feel so guilty allowing myself to be weak and need coddling for once? Yup, the Catholics do not have the monopoly on guilt.