Monday – easy 8km
Tuesday – all sorts, including run leading, 13.8km
Why, why, why do people insist on looking in the opposite direction to which they are walking, especially when leaving a shop, why? And then when they walk right into me why do they give me a dirty look like I was the idiot not watching where I was going, why?
Have managed to loose some weight this week, yay, recent race photos of me in action (the ones from the De Castella run are awful, I wore black tights and a black top, I look like a black pudding running away from a very hungry Scotsman) and an impending trip to Cairns have provided added motivation to eat a little better. Also my brother has recently been diagnosed with obscenely high cholesterol, my diet is way better than his, especially as I eat almost no animal fat, still, I have my indulgences and maybe have been giving in to them just a little too much lately.
I spoke to my little sister on the weekend and she has been able to run reasonably consistently over the last month, now that she is all healed up from her caesarean, it will be cool to go for a few runs with her when we are in Cairns in November. It will be over a year since we were last able to go for a run, funnily enough also in Cairns, in fact my brother will be there so all three of us can go out together, that will be a first. While it’s always a bit of a slog running up in FNQ the reward is being able to jump straight into the ocean afterwards (hopefully the croc that was roaming the beach up there last year won’t be back).
I’ve been very diligently doing the exercises set by my physio, those, along with the Pilates are really doing great things for my core at the moment, hoping this will help me to some good times on the track over summer.
A few weeks ago I printed out a pace band for a 71 minute 15km and have taped it to my workstation, do you suppose that if I stare at it for long enough while I am sitting in teleconferences that my body will take it for granted that this is how fast it has to finish the Great Australian run in?
Back garden is still an appalling mess, I am pretty sure I heard the weeds plotting against me as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep last night. The weather looks promising this weekend, it is probably about time I asserted my authority.
Why does being a critically acclaimed film director exempt someone from serving a sentence for a crime that they pleaded guilty to? Would Mr Polanksi have found it acceptable if Charles Manson had have skipped the country and spent the last 30 years on the run instead of serving life for killing aforementioned directors wife and unborn child?
iSnack 2.0, Why? Why? Why? Let’s face it, I am sure the majority of entries they received where for CheesyMite or MiteyCheesy or some such variation, we all expected it would be called that so just bloody call it that, personally I was all for tarting it up a bit and calling it FromageNoir (only because Black Cheese does not sound at all appetising). I’ll confess I do like the stuff on a vitawheat and at the risk of having my citizenship revoked I’ll also confess I am not such a fan of the original Vegemite, come on, admit it, the stuff does taste pretty vile, the only time I feel like it is when I’m sick, generally I’d much rather have raspberry jam on my toast. A few years ago I was travelling with my brother and sister-in-law and was staying in a lovely youth hostel in Zurich (lovely apart from the racist South African chicks I shared a room with who I had to resist the urge to smother in their sleep) and breakfast was included in the daily rate. This wasn’t too unusual but usually breakfast ran to a bowl of cereal and tea or coffee. Not here though, there was a big spread of different cereals, bread, cold meat, juice, milk, yoghurt, jams and cheeses. Every morning I’d sit there trying to eat enough for the day so I could make it though to the cheap dinner they would put on (Switzerland is not a cheap country for a holiday and yes I would make a cheese sanga and wrap it in a serviette for lunch), there was another Aussie girl (well, it’s Europe, you can’t swing a bloody Akubra without hitting about 1000 other Aussies) there who had her little tube of Vegemite for her toast. ICK, there was 5 different kinds of cheese, including some really runny brie, why the hell would you have Vegemite when all that was on offer?!