my achilles heel...literally
Sometimes my lack of consideration actually extends to myself, like deciding to run 18km in brand new running shoes instead of breaking the shoes in slowly. After Sunday's run my achilles is f***ed. I managed 6 km at an agonizingly slow pace this morning and was then forced to *gasp...walk. Am web-stalking every training tip and video by EricOrton, so hopefully by Saturday I will be fit and pain free. In the meantime, I guess I have to get on my bike.
Had something amazing happen on Sunday, but I should first explain. When I was young, and all the way into my twenties, I could close my eyes and, by lightly pressing on my eyelids, see a cacophony of colour and movement resembling fractals. Sometimes it would look like paint being splashed with colour after colour bleeding across my field of vision. Other times it would start like coloured pinpricks in the dark, slowly growing into a colour filled, nebula-like field. Other times it would look more like coloured Rorscharch. No matter what, it was fantastic; magenta was always highly represented. But, at some point in my mid-twenties I noticed that it was gone. I attributed this to loss of brain cells since research suggests that the brain starts to "die" around the age of 27 ( this I learned from a friend who was a world chess champion and who, at 25 was almost past his prime). Anyway, I have mourned the loss of this fantastic show of colours ever since and on Sunday, they came back. I was in the bath, it was slightly too hot, and when I leaned forward to push the drain plug I took a moment to press my hands against my eyes and there it was! An explosion of monochromatic shapes and contortions! I immediately lay down and blinked my eyes shut hard a few times and slowly but surely the show turned to colour.
After the experience I googled the phenomenon and discovered that it is actually called "closed eye hallucination". It is a form of lucid dreaming...actually makes perfect sense that I used to see these hallucinations so readily given my "strange brain" when I was younger. There is also some mention that LSD use can facilitate the experience, ahem. Anyway, am glad to have them back.
Had something amazing happen on Sunday, but I should first explain. When I was young, and all the way into my twenties, I could close my eyes and, by lightly pressing on my eyelids, see a cacophony of colour and movement resembling fractals. Sometimes it would look like paint being splashed with colour after colour bleeding across my field of vision. Other times it would start like coloured pinpricks in the dark, slowly growing into a colour filled, nebula-like field. Other times it would look more like coloured Rorscharch. No matter what, it was fantastic; magenta was always highly represented. But, at some point in my mid-twenties I noticed that it was gone. I attributed this to loss of brain cells since research suggests that the brain starts to "die" around the age of 27 ( this I learned from a friend who was a world chess champion and who, at 25 was almost past his prime). Anyway, I have mourned the loss of this fantastic show of colours ever since and on Sunday, they came back. I was in the bath, it was slightly too hot, and when I leaned forward to push the drain plug I took a moment to press my hands against my eyes and there it was! An explosion of monochromatic shapes and contortions! I immediately lay down and blinked my eyes shut hard a few times and slowly but surely the show turned to colour.
After the experience I googled the phenomenon and discovered that it is actually called "closed eye hallucination". It is a form of lucid dreaming...actually makes perfect sense that I used to see these hallucinations so readily given my "strange brain" when I was younger. There is also some mention that LSD use can facilitate the experience, ahem. Anyway, am glad to have them back.
posted by wattlebla at 15:32
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