Cars + Me = Catalogue of Disasters

My Personal Legend (can you tell I am reading "The Alchemist"?) is telling me something.  Keep off the bloody roads.  That's what.  Between driving unexpectedly into a neighbouring car in the Woolworths Car Park (who drives into a parked car expectantly, mind you?) to the thing conking out going round a roundabout, to my tyres being slashed to me losing my license.  Are the gods who are guiding me telling me something?  Catch the fecking train!!!  Tonight I drove all the way to the city with only one headlight.  Last week I nearly ran over a motorcyclist (he just came out of nowhere).  Every time I say "this is the last wee thing that can go wrong".... it isn't.  I drive like a granny and despite that I lost my licence for speeding.  People give me the finger on the freeway for slowing them down.  Now that I have a city flat, I don't take the damn thing out during the week.  So I drive effectively twice a week, once to the city, and once to the mountains.  Surely this is adequate to keep the gods happy and me safe?  Oh hang on.  I did take it out.  For an early Personal Training session at the gym last week.  And parked in a no parking zone and got fined $208.  I rest my case.  Mathhew Mr Marvellous Personal Trainer told me all parking was free before 8am.  Liar liar pants on fire.  Anyway, that is just an observation.  I need a Tardis. Or a helicopter.

On the training front, I am getting into the weights big time.  Matthew (marvellous PT man) has me doing some interval training on the tready beforehand and this is about the extent of my running this week.  I intend to rectify this next week....but since moving into this flat and worrying about being lonely, I have never been busier in my life....no time to get lonely....it seems all my friends spend a lot of time in the city and when they are there....well they call me now....and I can't seem to say no to anything....well, why would I?  The plan was to get a life.  But I do want the balance of a fitness regime too....so went to the gym at the weekend...and really enjoyed it.  Actually, no, it was hard and I was wishing it was over, but afterwards I felt great.... ;)  Also decided not to rely on scales but listen to my waistbands!  There was fluctuation of a kilo at the weekend on the scales from one day to the next....but the tapemeasure is saying I have lost cms.....so I am taking that. 

So - this week, girlfriend from hospital days coming for dinner Monday,  girlfriend from pharma days coming Tues, Media Launch Wednesday!!  How exciting!  Our first!!  Monday and Wednesday have PT sessions but that is not going to be enough so the challenge is to fit in some decent little runs in between.....2 x 6km would be enough this week with something longer at the weekend.  Ok, so that is this weeks goal!! 

Frocks and stuff.

Ah life.  Where would we be without it hey?  (Don't answer that...)!

Still feel like I haven't settled down into a routine at the new digs yet, except to say I am coming home to the mountains totally exhausted and in need of massive amounts of sleep.  Not quite sure why....!! 

The course I am doing has finally started properly and is so much more interesting that I first thought.  In fact, I love the idea of it.  Love it.  However, being a true procrastinator and prolific reader, I cart my school work around with me, only to totally ignore it and finish a book on a totally unrelated subject cover to cover in a night.  Which isn't going to get me a Graduate Diploma.  I have to keep out of the bookshops, but that's like saying I will stay stop buying frocks from Cue.  Last week I read "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on Saturday and "A Perfect Stranger" on Sunday.  I know this is not helping my study but my curiosity got the better of me.  I have to find out "what happens".  Which is a bit like how I approach life.  I want to know the end before it has started pretty much.  I want to know all the details of how it will end up.  That's not to say I don't enjoy the journey, but I need to know where I am going.  I think that can frustrate my friends and family.  A bit too outcomes focused maybe? 

Anyway I am sort of loving the new life but sort of not.  It is hard to explain.  Last week was full on with being out almost every night, and being out almost always involves eating and drinking, and of course, one of the key reasons for getting the apartment was to spend the saved travel time getting fit (as well as studying).  But this week I've only done three workouts which is kinda shite given the time I have on my hands.  So next week needs to be more balanced.  The "honeymoon" is over!!!  I will admit that the PT session are fantastic and last week my legs were so sore after jumping up and down off a box, I could hardly drag calves up that hill.  But there is no denying it, I have put on a kilo since moving in and that is a BAD SIGN!  The good thing is that I can finally go out with my friends from work, and so Thursday went to half price cocktails with a guy from work and his friend - well I think I have made a great new friend, she is just like me, as Lachlan described it "you are both brunettes with big arses who like Cue Frocks".  Charming, but true.  We got on like a house on fire.  She's been in Sydney for six months having lived in Canberra previously, so we have made a pact to discover more of Sydney together.  Lots to fit in, and here I am sitting on my arse, not studying, not running, and not even buying Cue Frocks (which are now on line, oh, the temptation....).  Later.