When I was a kid and my beautiful mum coached me to run long distances, she taught me about anaerobic vs aerobic exercise and how important it was as a runner to figure out where your balance was between the two. Anaerobic is to 'live in the absence of air' whereas 'aerobic is to 'live in the presence of air'. As running terms they refer to the point when you push yourself hard enough to hit your stride and coast along but not so hard that you use air or energy you don't have and deplete your muscles. This week, in my writing, I worked myself into an anaerobic state, even though I thought I'd been monitoring my pace. As a result, I ran out of air so to speak and my mind had nothing more to give. Thanks to beloved friends and perfect timing, my fella and I have taken a long weekend to flock to the sea, where I'm gratefully breathing in the salty air like a woman from the ocean who lives in a landlocked city.
I hope you take the care and air you need this weekend.
HOLLY RINGLAND grew up barefoot and wild in her mother's tropical garden on the east coast of Australia. Her interest in cultures and stories was sparked by a two-year journey her family took in North America when she was nine years old, living in a camper van and travelling from one national park to another. In her twenties, Holly worked for four years in a remote Indigenous community in the central Australian desert. Moving to England in 2009, Holly obtained her MA in Creative Writing from the University of Manchester. Her essays and short fiction have been published in various anthologies and literary journals. She now lives between the UK and Australia. To any question ever asked of Holly about growing up, writing has always been the answer.