Bad start to the weekend when the alarm went off at a strange fantasy time in the middle of the night. Disturbing me when I am fast asleep can be a big mistake! Clocks have died for this before! Then I got up and walked into the kitchen at 3.30 again at 4.15, 5.30 and at 5.50 I gave up and made coffee.
The one day out of seven when my schedule does not normally start with the 5.25 alarm call. My husband slept on until 7am. He is in charge of the alarm clock and wonders why I am mad at him. I am confused enough as a person without having my new post holiday sound sleep pattern shattered.
Another two sided part of my thinking is that part of me wants to carry on with an active sporting life forever and the other more cautious part of my begs me to take care. This lot of drivel that I have selected today is  'One I did earlier', as they say on TV. In my list it is number 85. and that means I must have written it around early August 2013 It suits my mood of the day. 

She and Me 

You’re not getting any younger I tell my inner self,

She thinks she is about twenty seven I would say

I should try being more sensible, start thinking of my health

Looking at me from the mirror she’s seventy if she’s a day 

It’s the hidden woman who likes running through the trees

The older one must carry her as the wind blows through our hair

The trouble maker hiding still feels the cooling breeze

But doesn’t have the creaking joints and doesn’t have a care 

Oh, come on honey, gimme a break I‘m feeling tired today

Looks like rain is on the way, stay home and read a book

You could loose a pound or three she will disapproving say

My crop pants on and trainers knowing I can’t get off the hook 

Starting with a brisk uphill walk from where I parked the car

Come on sweetie, push yourself, you know you want to really

Let’s do the 10K loop, what d’ya say, it’s really not that far

We’ll feel better when we finish it’s true, I know that clearly 

The me, with all the aches and pains, says again it looks like rain

The other one who’s pushing me thinks it will pass us by

At my age I should not get wet, she thinks that I’m insane

Emerging from woods to clearer ground I see the clouds and sigh 

She has no pity and drives me on up to the hillside’s crown

Oh dear pet, sorry, what can I say, you were right after all

 First gently then heavy the rain falls and the outer lady drowns

 Better put that coat back on I hear the safe inner girlie call 

As dark cloud edges over us raindrops dripping off my nose

Its strangely not unpleasant this summer rain she uttered

That’s ‘cos you’re not the one who’s getting wet I suppose

Soaked now to the skin, not friends with you, I muttered