Showing posts with label sweat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweat. Show all posts

Friday, 13 July 2012

Sweat is the cologne of accomplishment

I'd probably be sweating if I had a name like Heywood Hale Broun. Just the sheer effort of remembering it.

Anyway...

At the moment, I'm glad this blog isn't provided with smellovision because that would be acutely embarrassing. I really need a shower but I'm waiting for the water to heat up so I thought I'd write this first.

I've just been up to the yard as usual and then had a vigorous riding lesson on Poppy ( I was being vigorous more than she was!) AND the sun was shining so there's no disguising the fact that I've been working hard.


(My goodness! A word of advice. Don't Google Images 'Too Hot' unless you want to blush. Or something.)

I think it's Very Unfair that when I've been working so hard for the last few weeks...working at my computer, writing, writing, writing - sometimes for 11 or 12 hours a day and late into the night and at the weekend to meet deadlines (Almost like a real job, as Pete would say, before I kicked him.)...

Yes, Very Unfair that this sort of hard work doesn't make one sweat so people would KNOW.

Then I found this quote:

Where am I going wrong?
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Friday, 23 March 2012

The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea

by Mae Chevrette
Today, my cure was sweat. I know it's not very lady-like but I tell you, I was DRIPPING. Feeling a little strung out; a 45 minute dressage lesson on a reasonably reluctant Poppy in the sunshine; result: A cure but it wasn't pretty.

Karen Blixen, Isak Dinesen, Osceola and Pierre Andrézel created the quotation - simultaneously. Not a coincidence, not as a result of Extra Sensory Perception but because they're one and the same person.

 Yes, I knew about Out of Africa but didn't realise she also wrote Babette's Feast or that she wrote in English, Danish and French too. Clever lady. Now I'm interested to seek out her earliest work - Seven Gothic Tales .

One day, I'll probably stop being curious, stop wanting to find out MORE about everything. I'm hoping that will be the day I die, when neither tears, sweat nor the sea will be a cure for anything.