It's been a while since I've had a Very Small Person in my house - however today Ronan (Ronan, Ronan, Ronan on the River) and his mum came to visit.
God, little people are CLASS. They get to be stupid and jump around and have snotty noses and laugh when you fart and that is all ENCOURAGED.
Anyway, last time he came to visit, having been pre warned, I was able to get suitable 3 year old person treats in (as opposed to beer and vodka, mummy and daddy treats, and wholly inappropriate at 9am), however, having the memory of an Elephant, he asked for "something special". Which sort of put me on the spot.
He wasn't keen on a tin of red curry tuna, or indeed a bottle of dried italian herbs. But I scared the living crap out of him with an onion that had sprouted a small tree. I really should clean out my pantry more. Do you know how much mileage we got out of that onion? Hours!! So for my hallowe'en costume I am going to be a red onion with a huge yellow growth coming out of my head.
In other news, my lungs are still sore and breathing and coughing are still competing so still no running. That's TWO WEEKS. I think that is the longest I have ever not run since getting the old running bug. I had NO DESIRE to run over the last couple of weeks but I am starting to think longingly about it again, so must be on the mend. I am not sure where this leaves my Grand Plan but I guess I will just ease back into it and see how it goes. Life is very different when I am not running, and I don't actually like it. Running early means I have to be in bed early, and therefore keeps me out of mischief at night. With no running to get up for, bedtime has been later and I have been watching telly (although I have to say, DVDs of the entire series of Black Books constitutes GOOD TV as opposed to the shite that is on the commercial channels) - and my work laptop died - so whilst I was on a roll being cranked up by cold and flu tablets, my creative genius was stifled by lack of tools!! Anyway, next week is boot camp for work and play - no staying up late, early morning walks if running is still too hard, and no bloody gin and pepsi max in a tall glass with two ice cubes......
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Doing Epic Shit
...well - not really. Don't read on if you are expecing a traverse of the Three Peaks or a foray into classical banjo.
This week, and last week, NOTHING epic has happened unless you count lying in bed, lying in bed reading a book, lying in bed playing on the pooter, or lying in bed reading the Sydney Morning Herald, or indeed, lying in bed drinking gin and pepsi max with a slice of lemon and three ice cubes.
I did get up and go to work every day, laryngitis or not. Presently I am coughing only every thirty seconds, which sounds remarkably like the bark of a very old dog - a dog that smoked a large number of cigars every day and sang Edith Piaf songs for a living in a very smoky bar.
And those sudafed tablets? They keep you going. All through the day, the next day and half of the day after. I think there might have been three days last week that melded into one, thanks to 2 x Codral Cold and Flu Daytime Variety and a large long black.
So - NO TRAINING to speak of. Kinda puts the k'bosh on my "grand secret plan" (it's been a week and a half and there is no way I could run, my lungs are full of green gunk - you could wax your eyebrows with it).
But plenty of hard work thanks to the wonderful speedy up powers of the sudafed (not so wonderful at 3am mind you) except I sorta lost my voice, so I couldn't tell anyone about it.....
Anyhow, onwards and upwards, since I haven't run in a week and a half, I haven't had a pimple all week and when you are 43, and have been having pimples since you were 16, a week without pimples is something to celebrate. So crack open the champagne and lets toast my unclogged pores!
This week, and last week, NOTHING epic has happened unless you count lying in bed, lying in bed reading a book, lying in bed playing on the pooter, or lying in bed reading the Sydney Morning Herald, or indeed, lying in bed drinking gin and pepsi max with a slice of lemon and three ice cubes.
I did get up and go to work every day, laryngitis or not. Presently I am coughing only every thirty seconds, which sounds remarkably like the bark of a very old dog - a dog that smoked a large number of cigars every day and sang Edith Piaf songs for a living in a very smoky bar.
And those sudafed tablets? They keep you going. All through the day, the next day and half of the day after. I think there might have been three days last week that melded into one, thanks to 2 x Codral Cold and Flu Daytime Variety and a large long black.
So - NO TRAINING to speak of. Kinda puts the k'bosh on my "grand secret plan" (it's been a week and a half and there is no way I could run, my lungs are full of green gunk - you could wax your eyebrows with it).
But plenty of hard work thanks to the wonderful speedy up powers of the sudafed (not so wonderful at 3am mind you) except I sorta lost my voice, so I couldn't tell anyone about it.....
Anyhow, onwards and upwards, since I haven't run in a week and a half, I haven't had a pimple all week and when you are 43, and have been having pimples since you were 16, a week without pimples is something to celebrate. So crack open the champagne and lets toast my unclogged pores!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Aye
Affirmation. That's an "aye" - isn't it?
Life has been so busy and funny and good and strange lately. I keep getting put in the naughty chair, which is depressing, but I also keep kicking goals which is uplifting and motivating. It seems my professional side is winning and my personal side is losing, big time.
I heard on the not so secret grapevine that my contract company want to make my role permanent. Which is sort of exciting, god I was just getting used to living on the edge of having no income, my excema has almost totally cleared up and I was ready to dive into being my own boss. However I am a fan of stability, in the form of a nice rounded paycheck, so what is a girl who has a penchant for frocks and expensive perfume to do?
I did a trial run of something at the weekend and I was quite pleased with the result. (I am talking about running now). I was running along thinking, I am taking this too easy, I WANT to feel sore and like I worked hard today, but I wasn't feeling like I was going to. But I kinda couldn't go any faster, because I knew I had a certain distance to go....catch 22. Anyway, I felt REALLY sore the next day when I went for a run, and the day AFTER I was really really sore but that might have been the nasty little spring flu I have now managed to cultivate. Which has meant no running today or yesterday. Well yesterdays excuse was a being tired from a big Monday Night Out on account of our sales conference - which was meant to be in the Hunter Valley and by sheer luck somebody (not me) fucked up and booked the wrong dates and so we had to have it somewhere else and where did they pick???? Lets go to our R&D facility in the deep western countryside and then stay in Penrith!! So I can go home every night and see my doggie and my cat and my frocks and my bath and they are all stuck in Panfers World of Entertainment. I see the funny side of this, they don't.
So I am coughing and spluttering from the spring flu which is nothing on the swine flu, and so training has taken a back seat this week (read - I have been a lazy arse) and will recommence when I am feeling better. Hopefully at the weekend when my boys leave for a soccer weekend and I can do me me me me me time.
Life has been so busy and funny and good and strange lately. I keep getting put in the naughty chair, which is depressing, but I also keep kicking goals which is uplifting and motivating. It seems my professional side is winning and my personal side is losing, big time.
I heard on the not so secret grapevine that my contract company want to make my role permanent. Which is sort of exciting, god I was just getting used to living on the edge of having no income, my excema has almost totally cleared up and I was ready to dive into being my own boss. However I am a fan of stability, in the form of a nice rounded paycheck, so what is a girl who has a penchant for frocks and expensive perfume to do?
I did a trial run of something at the weekend and I was quite pleased with the result. (I am talking about running now). I was running along thinking, I am taking this too easy, I WANT to feel sore and like I worked hard today, but I wasn't feeling like I was going to. But I kinda couldn't go any faster, because I knew I had a certain distance to go....catch 22. Anyway, I felt REALLY sore the next day when I went for a run, and the day AFTER I was really really sore but that might have been the nasty little spring flu I have now managed to cultivate. Which has meant no running today or yesterday. Well yesterdays excuse was a being tired from a big Monday Night Out on account of our sales conference - which was meant to be in the Hunter Valley and by sheer luck somebody (not me) fucked up and booked the wrong dates and so we had to have it somewhere else and where did they pick???? Lets go to our R&D facility in the deep western countryside and then stay in Penrith!! So I can go home every night and see my doggie and my cat and my frocks and my bath and they are all stuck in Panfers World of Entertainment. I see the funny side of this, they don't.
So I am coughing and spluttering from the spring flu which is nothing on the swine flu, and so training has taken a back seat this week (read - I have been a lazy arse) and will recommence when I am feeling better. Hopefully at the weekend when my boys leave for a soccer weekend and I can do me me me me me time.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Kates Urinary Tract Infection Saved Us Being Killed by an Out of Control Helicopter
Honest to god, it did.
Kate and I were planning to run Woodford to Glenbrook, which is basically The Oaks Trail from Woodford to Glenbrook. Kate fabricated (I know she did) at 11.30pm (WHEN I WAS FAST ASLEEP) a Urinary Tract Infection and decided to ring me to cancel our run. By God I was pissed off, because when she had rung to ask me to do the run, I was doing a little jig around the office and singing a wee happy tune of running adventures with friends. You know the one. Happy, jiggy, nonsensey stuff, and when someone asks you what you are doing this weekend you beam and say "26km". Mind you maybe that is just me.
So, anyway, she cancelled. I had gone to bed really early. And she woke me up. At 11.30pm. Grrrr.
However, probably not quite as much grrrr as if we had been frolicking down the Oaks Trail talking shite, laughing, giggling and generally being silly when a large out of control helicopter crashed on our heads and killed us.
So I guess her Invented Urinary Tract Infection saved our lives.
Because on Sunday morning at 9am a large out of control helicopter lost its shit over the Oaks Trail and came crashing down somewhere along the track and I can be flippant about this all because I believe everyone on board is doing fine and currently selling their story to New Idea.
As you do.
Kate and I were planning to run Woodford to Glenbrook, which is basically The Oaks Trail from Woodford to Glenbrook. Kate fabricated (I know she did) at 11.30pm (WHEN I WAS FAST ASLEEP) a Urinary Tract Infection and decided to ring me to cancel our run. By God I was pissed off, because when she had rung to ask me to do the run, I was doing a little jig around the office and singing a wee happy tune of running adventures with friends. You know the one. Happy, jiggy, nonsensey stuff, and when someone asks you what you are doing this weekend you beam and say "26km". Mind you maybe that is just me.
So, anyway, she cancelled. I had gone to bed really early. And she woke me up. At 11.30pm. Grrrr.
However, probably not quite as much grrrr as if we had been frolicking down the Oaks Trail talking shite, laughing, giggling and generally being silly when a large out of control helicopter crashed on our heads and killed us.
So I guess her Invented Urinary Tract Infection saved our lives.
Because on Sunday morning at 9am a large out of control helicopter lost its shit over the Oaks Trail and came crashing down somewhere along the track and I can be flippant about this all because I believe everyone on board is doing fine and currently selling their story to New Idea.
As you do.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Purpose
I have just found something interesting that I want to train for. As opposed to just entering runs willy nilly and treating them all as training runs. So I even have a goal time. Smugly keeping that to myself, as I could be totally out of the ballpark.
So - with "something" to train for it gives my current training purpose and I might even sit down and work out a training programme. Haven't done that since, um, haven't actually done that EVER.
So today I ran down to Emu Plains and back up via Lovers Walk which ended up being 13km. The stairs at Lovers Walk never get any easier, and I several "wildlife breaks" ostensibly to watch the little birdies, but in reality, to let the heart rate go towards something more normal. Tomorrow a group of us are doing a hike in the mountains and because I get to pick the spot this time, I am chosing one with plenty of stairs (and lots of nice views). This week the training was somewhat scattered (actually, it could better be described as somewhat shite) with only two runs during the week. Next week I have booked in a trail run in Lane Cove National Park after work with some work colleagues (pressure, pressure) but also have conferences in the City, so hopefully will be able to slip in some nice running on Coogee Beach.
I also downloaded some new music as I was getting a bit bored with my current selection. Discovered some old skool band called Helmet whom I quite like, but also downloaded "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails - running along wondering what on earth would possess someone to write such a song got me to thinking what the video might feature. So came home and YouTubed it. Holy haberdashery batman! Which then got me wondering what that Trent Reznor might be like to invite to a dinner party. He'd probably want to be tied to his chair and slapped around with his entree. But I digress.
So, approximately 50 days of training should keep me out of mischief, coupled with a busy few months ahead working on a new IT project, and of course all that damn travel, I should be a busy little beaver for the next few months.
So - with "something" to train for it gives my current training purpose and I might even sit down and work out a training programme. Haven't done that since, um, haven't actually done that EVER.
So today I ran down to Emu Plains and back up via Lovers Walk which ended up being 13km. The stairs at Lovers Walk never get any easier, and I several "wildlife breaks" ostensibly to watch the little birdies, but in reality, to let the heart rate go towards something more normal. Tomorrow a group of us are doing a hike in the mountains and because I get to pick the spot this time, I am chosing one with plenty of stairs (and lots of nice views). This week the training was somewhat scattered (actually, it could better be described as somewhat shite) with only two runs during the week. Next week I have booked in a trail run in Lane Cove National Park after work with some work colleagues (pressure, pressure) but also have conferences in the City, so hopefully will be able to slip in some nice running on Coogee Beach.
I also downloaded some new music as I was getting a bit bored with my current selection. Discovered some old skool band called Helmet whom I quite like, but also downloaded "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails - running along wondering what on earth would possess someone to write such a song got me to thinking what the video might feature. So came home and YouTubed it. Holy haberdashery batman! Which then got me wondering what that Trent Reznor might be like to invite to a dinner party. He'd probably want to be tied to his chair and slapped around with his entree. But I digress.
So, approximately 50 days of training should keep me out of mischief, coupled with a busy few months ahead working on a new IT project, and of course all that damn travel, I should be a busy little beaver for the next few months.
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