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Good things, bad things
Dec. 15th, 2011 11:41 pmOhai everyone. Woop, it's Xmas soon ! We got a tree today (that has yet to be decorated) and the general preparations make me all bouncy !
Also, I got myself an early present and bought a Macbook Air second hand yesterday. It looks brand new, and it's so lightweight and pretty. I'm getting used to it quicker than anticipated.
I'm still running several times a week. I went to the podiatrist and he made me orthopaedic insoles to correct an imbalance that caused various minor ailments. He was nice and showed me some stretching exercise.
I'm progressing very slowly. It is fair to say that I have never really exercised in my life apart from recent yoga at home. I managed to do as little as possible in PE at school, if anything (I was a well-liked kid and managed to get away with being super bratty sometimes).
I bought a heart rate belt which helps finding a good pace so I don't get out of breath. I started the C25K plan but I'm more or less stuck at week 1. Oh well. I enjoy myself and it does me good. It isn't surprising that I need time to find my pace and improve my stamina. I actually walk a lot and run some, but it isn't frustrating at all.
Two days ago though, I was running in the park and saw a young woman getting pushed and yelled at by a guy. She was crying rather hysterically and the guy seemed very agitated. I was afraid to step in and regretted deeply the fact that I wasn't carrying my phone with me to call the cops. Luckily a tall man got involved, breaking up the fight (well, pushing the man away) and we could talk a bit to the woman. She told me the man was her ex and that he wouldn't leave her alone. The ex decided to go on the bridge, climb over the fence and announced that he was jumping. Now, I have been in an abusive relationship that ended up in a very similar fashion to what I was witnessing. And you know what, fuck the guys who want to pretend to kill themselves to emotionally blackmail their exes into coming back to them. That's not how relationships work. Ever.
So I took the woman with me inside of a restaurant and asked the waiter to call the cops. I told her that I was in a relationship like that before, that I understood was she was going through. I wish I had time to say more but I guess the ex saw his act wasn't working, because he was soon following us in the restaurant. He tried to force her out with him but other people stepped in. So he went out and screamed at everyone that he loved her, blah blah blah. I'm amazed that some guys think it's reasonable to shove women around and scream at them and make them cry to prove their love. I'm even more amazed that I was this woman a few years ago.
I remember distinctly that before we arrived he was pulling her towards the bridge so I still wonder if his intention was not to have her jump with him or plain push her. I was so fucking relieved to see that other people got involved and props to the guy who jumped in first. I am not proud to say that I chose to walk away once a dozen people were involved. I couldn't reach the girl and I was scared. My hair colour and my glasses make me a rather identifiable person and I was afraid the guy would remember me and go after me if we ever were to cross path again. I still am a bit afraid but if he is anything alike my ex, I don't think anything of that kind will ever happen. Not that he was anything but awful, but not to the point of assaulting strangers in the street.
Anyway, this was rather triggering. It made me revive years of abuse and this morning I woke up with the horrible feeling of resignation I had in me all these years. Remembering how inescapable it felt. I hope that young woman manages to find a way out. Soon.
Also, I got myself an early present and bought a Macbook Air second hand yesterday. It looks brand new, and it's so lightweight and pretty. I'm getting used to it quicker than anticipated.
I'm still running several times a week. I went to the podiatrist and he made me orthopaedic insoles to correct an imbalance that caused various minor ailments. He was nice and showed me some stretching exercise.
I'm progressing very slowly. It is fair to say that I have never really exercised in my life apart from recent yoga at home. I managed to do as little as possible in PE at school, if anything (I was a well-liked kid and managed to get away with being super bratty sometimes).
I bought a heart rate belt which helps finding a good pace so I don't get out of breath. I started the C25K plan but I'm more or less stuck at week 1. Oh well. I enjoy myself and it does me good. It isn't surprising that I need time to find my pace and improve my stamina. I actually walk a lot and run some, but it isn't frustrating at all.
Two days ago though, I was running in the park and saw a young woman getting pushed and yelled at by a guy. She was crying rather hysterically and the guy seemed very agitated. I was afraid to step in and regretted deeply the fact that I wasn't carrying my phone with me to call the cops. Luckily a tall man got involved, breaking up the fight (well, pushing the man away) and we could talk a bit to the woman. She told me the man was her ex and that he wouldn't leave her alone. The ex decided to go on the bridge, climb over the fence and announced that he was jumping. Now, I have been in an abusive relationship that ended up in a very similar fashion to what I was witnessing. And you know what, fuck the guys who want to pretend to kill themselves to emotionally blackmail their exes into coming back to them. That's not how relationships work. Ever.
So I took the woman with me inside of a restaurant and asked the waiter to call the cops. I told her that I was in a relationship like that before, that I understood was she was going through. I wish I had time to say more but I guess the ex saw his act wasn't working, because he was soon following us in the restaurant. He tried to force her out with him but other people stepped in. So he went out and screamed at everyone that he loved her, blah blah blah. I'm amazed that some guys think it's reasonable to shove women around and scream at them and make them cry to prove their love. I'm even more amazed that I was this woman a few years ago.
I remember distinctly that before we arrived he was pulling her towards the bridge so I still wonder if his intention was not to have her jump with him or plain push her. I was so fucking relieved to see that other people got involved and props to the guy who jumped in first. I am not proud to say that I chose to walk away once a dozen people were involved. I couldn't reach the girl and I was scared. My hair colour and my glasses make me a rather identifiable person and I was afraid the guy would remember me and go after me if we ever were to cross path again. I still am a bit afraid but if he is anything alike my ex, I don't think anything of that kind will ever happen. Not that he was anything but awful, but not to the point of assaulting strangers in the street.
Anyway, this was rather triggering. It made me revive years of abuse and this morning I woke up with the horrible feeling of resignation I had in me all these years. Remembering how inescapable it felt. I hope that young woman manages to find a way out. Soon.
