In principle, we enjoy being outside in the rain. Swimming is good, since the rain makes no difference. Also, running, shirtless (of course) or doing something else physical. Warm, gentle rain, against the skin… wow!
However, we have in the last 24 hours been subjected to an absolute deluge.
The site where the circus is pitched is awash. A mudbath.
OK, that’s not us. But memories of ‘A River Runs Through It’ come to mind…
Rain drumming of the roof of our bus has made sleep difficult. The audience for the show yesterday evening was minimal, and the rain has been pretty much continuous for 24 hours. Just south of us, California has been complaining for ages of a drought. Let’s hope they get some of this…
Today’s plan was to get to grips with the teeterboard, outside, using every available safety mat. Quite a few of the company were going to have a go, see if we could establish a group which could realistically put on an ‘act’. That plan is on hold right now: we have had some sessions under canvas in the ring but, being a Saturday with two shows to do, time in there was limited because of normal training. Oh well, we’ll see.
Northern California is shortly to get us. Moving on, on Sunday. This is a place that brings bad memories from ten years ago, which I wrote about in the third book (click on cover, right). One of my close friends got knifed in the stomach, and another… well. Don’t want to spoil the tale too much, but it involved an unrecognised link to Mexican drug stuff. And that was after two or three basically great years discovering our gayness and linking up with the acrobatic gays who have been our close associates ever since: there was a kind of foretaste of what was to come, in the UK. But I won’t spoil the story for any of you that have not indulged in the books (which are available in e-versions by the way). Let’s say that it came about through an accident of birth, and what has just brought it to mind (apart from approaching the area where some bad stuff happened to us) is the recent news of total anarchy in parts of Mexico as a result of the wars between the drug cartels; corrupt police, or police fleeing and leaving the citizens to the mercy of the drug gang wars… burned bodies, mass graves… it seems hard to believe that, in the 21st century, such anarchy can still prevail. We’re well out of it, and we won’t be staying with the circus as it gets closer to that border (although Zach hails from San Diego and he still goes there from time to time to visit his brother and his mom: there, he always feels he needs to keep an eye out for trouble, even after all these years). And none of us – ever – even considered getting involved with drugs. We’re far too fitness-conscious for that.
Which reminds me, sitting in the camping bus listening to the now slightly slackening rain: we offer some inspiration for your workouts!
That’s it for now: got to get ourselves together for the Saturday afternoon show. Still raining, but not so bad now: let’s hope it doesn’t come to this:
Stay happy, and get on with the fitness training! NOW!