Sweat, is fat crying.

Today, whilst attempting to avoid the masses of pictures of weddings which (although beautiful) seem to dominate Pinterest, I stumbled across these:

 Crying is such a strange thing isn't it? You have some kind of emotion, and the way you deal with it is to let out some water through little holes in your eyes. 

How weird is that?! 

Having said that, I am not trying to suggest that I don't cry. Actually, I am a weeper. Yep, happy, sad, angry, tired, I am like an emotional tap.Woo.

I figured this out when I was at school went to the cinema with some friends. We watched 'P.S. I love you'. [Don't read the next part if you haven't watched it, though you've probably already seen the start of the first sentence. My bad.]

When Gerard Butler dies I was so sad for Hilary Swank that throughout the entire film I cried (It was a constant supply of tears-no idea how I managed it). Don't even get me started on 'Marley and me'.

It's weird that my favourite film since I was about 7 was 'My Best Friends Wedding'. I cried every time, wishing for the ending to change because I felt so bad for Julia Roberts. It's one of the reasons I have never liked Cameron Diaz.

I also cry with happiness. When things got hectic last term, my best friends from home came up to Oxford as a surprise and took me out to dinner. I cried. I was so overjoyed to see them. Crying with joy or laughter, is the best sort.  

I guess crying has just become a way of expressing things we can't quite articulate in the moment. Just like when you can't speak because you're laughing so hard, yet want to show how funny the joke is, crying can explain how you are almost (or are) wetting your pants.

In that way, it starts to make sense for other situations. Like when you hear stories of things that don't feel fair and are unjust, you may be overcome with emotion. When I heard about the shooting of Malala Yousafzai in Pakistan, the horrific rape of a young girl in India or the shootings of school children in the US I couldn't find the words to express how I felt or say anything appropriate for the situation. So naturally, I wept.

That's probably also one of the reasons why I chose to run the Marathon for Amnesty.  They advocate for those who perhaps do not have the words, for whatever reason, to express their views and have their voices heard. 

I know I keep plugging at this, but if you would consider joining me in raising awareness about legal protection of human rights, for the advocacy of those who may not be able to speak up about the injustices done to them, then please consider donating to Amnesty through my Justgiving page:

http://www.justgiving.com/jennygwyther/eurl.axd/2c5b55e16f59be4bbe1196bd8e1aa5e6

Lots of love and no tears for now!Xxx

P.s.I think my pup would prefer the raincoat the dog wore in the picture above to what Alex and my Ma dressed him up in yesterday:

Yup, looking fiiiine in one of my old tops.

 Poor guy, he even bumped into his lady friend 'Roxy' (another female border terrier who lives around the corner) who probably shunned him for looking so girly. Babes.

Run update:

• Did a 5 mile run Thursday which was a good small run, then the snow came. Hopefully do a longer run next week! 
• Doing a detox food thingymabob at the moment, vegetables and fruit galore, attempting to 'treat my body like a temple'.That saying taken literally is bizarre, I would never chuck fruit and veg at a temple, but I get the sentiment.