My legs feel like I have done the long version of the North Face or climbed the Matterhorn, but in reality, yesterday I had a shopping ultra. I shopped from 1pm to about 5.30 in stilettoes OH MY GOD the new Westfields in Pitt Street - shops I have only read about in magazines and that NEW BUILDING smell - shopping mecca - heavenly. But by god the feet were sore and I organised to have a beer with a girlfriend and I was thinking that walking up Hunter Street, I might not make it, and I don't ever recall my feet being this sore in any long run. - THEN we had our night out with the gang from Novartis at the Argyle and THEN we were so drunk we got lost walking back to the hotel so now my feet are good for nothing except being immersed in a bucket of hot soapy water and being pampered by a small Thai lady wielding tangerine body scrub and a loofah.
The Who Horrorscope continues to amuse, this week being cited a good week to GET MARRIED! Right, now where did I put that Decree Nisi? Mind you, it appeared to mistake a "romantic prosposal" for a tongue pash - when I leaned in to kiss someone on the cheek goodbye and the action was misread. By about five hundred miles. Maybe getting married is too literal and I will be married to my new job, or get a piercing or some other life long appendage.
Anyway the challenge now is to get my sore and tired self out for a run before tonights entertainment starts!
The Who Horrorscope continues to amuse, this week being cited a good week to GET MARRIED! Right, now where did I put that Decree Nisi? Mind you, it appeared to mistake a "romantic prosposal" for a tongue pash - when I leaned in to kiss someone on the cheek goodbye and the action was misread. By about five hundred miles. Maybe getting married is too literal and I will be married to my new job, or get a piercing or some other life long appendage.
Anyway the challenge now is to get my sore and tired self out for a run before tonights entertainment starts!
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