Afraid of my own shadow

Yes, sometimes I am timid.  I might hide behind an excuse to dodge a social occasion.  I don't ask the question that might make me look a little loony.  I cheer others but can't motivate for myself.*

I scurry off like a little mouse.

But recently, the mouse has begun to roar.  Well, certainly to squeak a little louder and bustle on her own behalf.  I've been detailing it all here so I won't go into it again, but when I was out for my morning run (week four, going well!) I realised that I am, in fact, still afraid of my own shadow.  Because as it loomed long before me, burned on to the pavement by the eight o'clock sun, I had a chilling realisation that matched the goosepimples that had risen on my arms as I pounded along the path under the tree cover -

MY BUM IS ENORMOUS!

Folks, maybe it was foreshortening, or a trick of the light, or my own skewed perspective but my tiny little football head on my rugby ball body was like a thimble on the moon.  I am now terrified of my shadow.  And determined to keep up the running.  And strangely (for me) motivated rather than downhearted.

Lots of crafty stuff on the way, most of it will be given away as gifts but I guess I can't post photos until it's all been received.  Which would mean I'd have to finish it, and post it.  I need to do some blanket stitch, button attaching, shrink plasticing, varnishing, assembling, some fastner removal and reattachment and some wire work and then photography, of course.  And as I also made up quite a few of those words, perhaps some work on my vocabulary too.



* a - bad hair day. There's a tall order social occasion looming so I'm having my hair done before it [another thing I dislike intensely but now's not the time to explain that one] so I'll look presentable. b - I really want to ask the local mounted police, who ride past here about six times a day, where the horses are stabled because I'm curious, but can't bring myself to do it in case they think I am up to no good.  Yeah, I look like such a crim. c - well I think most of us are good at that.  But participating in swaps has made me think that some of my creations are no worse than others, in some cases they're equally good, and of course there are lots of others who are infinitely more talented but that's ok too.

Comments

[kirsty]

I would say it was definitely foreshortening. Must have been. Yep.

[Amy]

That foreshortening will get you every time! I'm sure you look just fabulous. And doesn't running make you feel great? At least that's how I remember it :)
It's been a while. I'm experiencing some foreshortening myself.

[Flibbertygibbet]

Ah, aren't you good to me girls ;-)