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Mar. 25th, 2007 08:02 am
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This week has gone quite quickly and I’m left at the end of it feeling rather exhausted and little lost. My eyes hurt and I feel a little out of it. I have all these plans for things to do this weekend but whether I will get round to them remains to be seen.
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Ouch

Feb. 25th, 2007 10:52 am
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This week has been one of pain. Recovering from snowboarding took about three days. I had a very uncomfortable yoga session on Wednesday, but it did the trick. By Friday I felt quite normal so I went swimming. I wasn't even going that hard yet I still managed to pull my inner-thigh muscle. It's still a bit tight so I won't be going crazy with it. And then I woke up this morning and found my leg like this:



I fell over last night. Being a little squiffy I didn't pay any attention to it until I was sitting in a bar and found my hand covered in blood where I'd been playing with the hole it had made in my tights. I'm not sure who put the plasters on me. Anyway, it's not a particularly bad wound, but it looks ugly. The bruise is the colour of egg-yolk. And it stings. Boo hoo.

*****

I've been trying to keep this gripe at bay for some time now, but it just keeps hanging around. I can't stand people who don't know how to spell. Not because they don't know how to, but because they're bloody lazy. Things like writing "I'm havin a grate time". It's only one more hit of the key to put a 'g' in there and as for 'grate', you should be chained to the OED and strung up until the weight of words dismembers you.

I'm not perfect, I make typos and errors all the time, but I at least try to be coherent and observe a few rules of writing. It's getting to the point where if I read something (usually on the internet) that is illiterate I immediately stop reading and have to sigh loudly. I'm a little concerned that this is getting to me. Becoming an English teacher has made me rather pedantic.
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Hah hah, aren't I just hilarious? I think it's my aching muscles talking.

Well, today I headed up to Hakuba for my first ever attempt at snowboarding. I went to bed early last night (that means midnight) but woke up every 90 minutes or so through nerves and excitement. I was going to catch the train at 7.45am so got up at 6am. At 7am, Yasuko rang to say she had just woken up and would drive up to Hakuba instead. This was grand as when I opened the door I was met with a nice new layer of slush and snow to wade through. Yasuko picked me up at 8am and we headed up to Matsumoto. The weather was not looking good: a mixture of ice, rain and snow, and low cloud. Hakuba is 6000ft above sea-level, so I was worried about being able to see where I was going.

We got to Matsumoto just after 9am and met Saya, a teacher from the Matsumoto school, who had agreed to accompany me on my snowboard adventure. She brought some rather delicious custard and chestnut filled goodies with her, plus green tea, which Yasuko and I munched upon merrily. After getting a little lost, we eventually found the right road to Hakuba and sailed in at 11am, two hours before our lesson was due to start.

We announced ourselves, signed a piece of paper saying that we didn't mind if we died, and proceeded to get kitted up. Snowboard boots are simultaneously very comfy and extremely prohibitive. There's so much ankle support that there is no opportunity to move around once you're in them, which my knees discovered a little later on. We kicked about a little more and then eventually headed over to Happo One with our instructor.

I felt a little nervous about getting on a board, especially when I found out just how much gravity has an effect when you're standing on a slope, strapped to a piece of wood. However, I eventually lost my fear of falling over and managed to get the hang of heel turns, and just about figure out toe turns. Learning this stuff is extremely tiring. Your muscles are not at all used to being treated in such a manner and traipsing back up the hill, digging your board in behind you with each step, is one of the more painful and tedious ways to spend time. However, going downhill is great fun, even when you get scared, or hit an edge and go flying over to eat snow (which is remarkably refreshing to munch on, as I discovered during a little break we had). Whilst I seemed to fall in a particularly unladylike fashion, Saya perfected the art of toppling to the ground gracefully, almost like a ballet dancer with one leg in the air behind her, arms outstretched. All this was done with one foot strapped in. For the last half hour of the lesson we strapped both feet in. Here is where it gets tricky. Shifting your weight from one edge to the other is a little difficult to get the hang off and often results in rather amusing shifts from standing to sprawling. Still, it's merely a matter of practice, something which I definitely want to get more of before the snows disappear.

I came away from Happo One glowing with the exhilaration of having done something I've wanted to do for ages, having throughly enjoyed myself in the process. My glow was further enhanced when Saya and I decided to ease our aching muscles with a trip to an onsen in a nearby hotel. I've almost got over my issues with public nakedness, which is good as this onsen was busy with people doing exactly the same as us. I curled up in an extremely hot bath for about 10-15 minutes until my heart started pounding and I felt light-headed. Onsens are "subarashii".

Afterwards, Yasuko met us outside the hotel and we got takoyaki, something my students recommended to me before I came here. My friend Janan has also made it clear that she loves the stuff, so in order to make her England-bound self jealous, I took photos of me and some octopus balls.

You can check out my photos of today's events here.

I'm going to bed now, and when I wake up tomorrow, I expect to be unable to move. I will be taking to bed with me a copy of [livejournal.com profile] greygirlbeast's Tales From The Woeful Platypus, so that I spend the day reading weirdness and saying "itai!" alot.
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This was the view from my front door on Saturday morning. I've never seen snow flakes so HUGE! I had to trudge to work through the snow in the wellies someone had very kindly left in my apartment, but I did get to have a snowball fight at 3am. On Sunday it was still snowing so I hibernated, and on Monday it was still snowing but I had to leave the house to get wine, bread and milk. And then I left the house again to go drinking, and proceeded to slip over 3 times on the way back home (I was quite shockingly merry, given that I didn't actually drink that much). Sam said he followed my arse-prints back into town this morning, and remarked on just how far I skidded on one them.

I had intended to go out and get some photos, but the weather was bad, and now it's just freezing cold and bloody dangerous. I think this is yet again part of the Culture Shock manifesting itself - no blogging, no photos. It's a shame because the last time I remember snow of this ilk in England was maybe 12 years ago. I'm extremely concerned about the life-threatening nature of the ice on the roads and found myself cursing loudly on the way home tonight as my "road" (read single-track bordered by what look like rice paddies) is unlit and covered in inch-thick ice. Plus I've got a stinking headache which is why I'm now going to go to bed. In the gap left by my own lack of anything to say read this. This has become the school motto and I will be applying said methods in tomorrow's lesson with the crazy hippos.

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