Friday, August 31, 2012

I found this.

And I had to have my say.

Normality is…

by Paulo Coelho on June 19, 2011 
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1] Anything that makes us forget our true identity and our dreams and makes us only work to produce and reproduce.
2] Making rules for a war (the Geneva Convention).
3] Spending years at university and then not being able to find a job.
4] Working from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon at something that does not give us the least pleasure, so that we can retire after 30 years.
I think I have nailed this one.  I love what I do and I love who I work with.  I enjoy the quirky nuttiness of the whole thing.  I don't work to retire.  I can work from home when I like but I miss my colleagues.  True sign of enjoying what you do I reckon.  Normality is NOT accepting a job that is shite.  I kissed a lot of job frogs until I found one I liked and trust me, I thought there was something wrong with me, changing jobs so often.  But I really could work in this job for another five years and probably still keep learning.  And meeting crazy people.  And having fun.  So normality needn't be hating your job. Or even disliking it. 
5] Retiring only to discover that we have no more energy to enjoy life, and then dying of boredom after a few years.
Gawd I hope this does not happen.  I would like to be running more marathons at retirement than I do now. 
6] Using Botox.
Guilty.  Why is this a problem to anyone else?
7] Trying to be financially successful instead of seeking happiness.
Both is cool.  I'd shoot for happiness first though. 
8] Ridiculing those who seek happiness instead of money by calling them “people with no ambition”.
Seriously, who does this?  No-one I hang out with. 
9] Comparing objects like cars, houses and clothes, and defining life according to these comparisons instead of really trying to find out the true reason for being alive.
Nope, none of my friends do this either. We possibly do focus on happiness though. 
10] Not talking to strangers. Saying nasty things about our neighbors.
I do talk to them.  With varying degrees of success.  
11] Thinking that parents are always right.
12] Getting married, having children and staying together even though the love has gone, claiming that it’s for the sake of the children (who do not seem to be listening to the constant arguments).
12ยช] Criticizing everybody who tries to be different.
14] Waking up with a hysterical alarm-clock at the bedside.
15] Believing in everything that is printed.
16] Wearing a piece of colored cloth wrapped around the neck, known by the pompous name “necktie”.
17] Never asking direct questions, even though the other person understands what you want to know.
18] Keeping a smile on your face when you really want to cry. And feeling sorry for those who show their own feelings.
19] Thinking that art is worth a fortune, or that it is worth absolutely nothing.
20] Always despising what was easily gained, because the “necessary sacrifice” – and therefore also the required qualities – are missing.
21] Following fashion, even though it all looks ridiculous and uncomfortable.
22] Being convinced that all the famous people have tons of money.
23] Investing a lot in exterior beauty and paying little attention to interior beauty.
24] Using all possible means to show that even though you are a normal person, you are infinitely superior to other human beings.
25] In any kind of public transport, never looking straight into the eyes of the other passengers, as this may be taken for attempting to seduce them.
26] When in an elevator, looking straight at the door and pretending you are the only person inside, however crowded it may be.
27] Never laughing out loud in a restaurant, no matter how funny the story is.
Totally not guilty. Ever.  Embarrassingly so.  Loud guffaws.  
28] In the Northern hemisphere, always wearing the clothes that match the season of the year: short sleeves in springtime (however cold it may be) and a woolen jacket in the fall (no matter how warm it is).
29] In the Southern hemisphere, decorating the Christmas tree with cotton wool, even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
30] As you grow older, thinking you are the wisest man in the world, even though not always do you have enough life experience to know what is wrong.
31] Going to a charity event and thinking that it is enough to put an end to all the social inequalities in the world.
32] Eating three times a day, even when not hungry.
33] Believing that the others are always better at everything: they are better-looking, more resourceful, richer and more intelligent. Since it’s very risky to venture beyond your own limits, it’s better to do nothing.
34] Using the car as a way to feel powerful and in control of the world.
35] Using foul language in traffic.
36] Thinking that everything your child does wrong is the fault of the company he or she is keeping.
37] Marrying the first person who offers a position in society. Love can wait.
38] Always saying “I tried”, even though you haven’t tried at all.
39] Putting off doing the most interesting things in life until you no longer have the strength to do them.
Noted. 
40] Avoiding depression with massive daily doses of television programs.
Never.  Don't watch the telly...
41] Believing that it is possible to be sure of everything you have won.
42] Thinking that women don’t like football and that men don’t like interior decoration.
43] Blaming the government for everything bad that happens.
44] Being convinced that being a good, decent and respectful person means that the others will find you weak, vulnerable and easy to manipulate.
45] Being convinced that aggressiveness and discourtesy in treating others are signs of a powerful personality.
46] Being afraid of fibroscopy (men) and childbirth (women).
47] And finally, thinking that your religion is the sole proprietor of the absolute truth, the most important, the best, and that the other human beings in this immense planet who believe in any other manifestation of God are condemned to the fires of hell.

Rock and Roll.  Compassion.  Actually Compassion comes before Rock and Roll, but only a wee bit. 
I am not sure what Paolo is on about

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Dieting....

Dieting and I don't really mix. 

I've been seeing this personal trainer for a wee while now.  After about six weeks, when he realised I was serious, he weighed me.  That was about a month ago.  By that stage I had probably lost around 2.5kg.  I wasn't doing much running, just interval running on the treadmill.  He weighed me on Wednesday.  After another five weeks or so I had lost weight!  Yayyy!!  A whole massive TEN GRAMS.  Yes.  Ten grams.  You know why?  Because I started running again.  And running makes me want to eat my steering wheel.  Running makes me eat like someone who has never seen food in their lives before.  Running makes me dream about food.  Running makes me want to eat bread.  And rice.  And pasta.  And it totally fucks up my weight loss.  So matey personal trainer man goes "so why do you run then?".  And I thought about it, and I answered, really really honestly "because I love it".  But clearly running longer distances and running frequently just aren't for me.  Which is very sad.  I was feeling smug and skinny about four weeks ago.  Since then I ramped up my training and I am feeling fat and wretched.  Again.  So - apart from a really good bout of Amoebic Dysentry I don't think I am going to be seeing the other side of sixty kilos for quite some time, in fact, I will be 90 and will have shrunk to be even smaller and maybe that will make me lighter if I am lucky.  Mr Personal Trainer man did measure me and I have lost two centimetres off one arm but appear to have put it back on the other arm, lost 1 massive cm off my waist and another two off my arse.  Oh and two centimetres off each leg.  So I bought scales today to install in my city home which hopefully will serve as a reminder to my pea brain that lovely yummy city food = big fat arse. 
Anyway, in protest, today I didn't run.  Mind you I slept until 10.30 and had lots to do so the opportunity sort of escaped me.  I am going to do the half next week and then the Blackmores half and then the first in the Running Wild series and then maybe call it a day with training specifically for distance, and just go back to my little 6km runs that seemed to work for me.  I love the whole idea of turning up to races and taking part, but if this is always the outcome, then there really is no point, because I end up hating myself.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Important Questions....

  1. Do sit ups still work if you've had a few voddies?
  2. Why does Old Age give you whiskers? (and not the cat food variety)
  3. Should I look at my bank balance after this weekends throwing of caution to the wind?
  4. How do you pronounce Ginkgo Biloba?
  5. Will I get my shit together enough to get a strap for my Garmin, and my roots done before Saturday?
All rhetorical questions, given I know the answer to most with the exception of number 4.

Spent the day doing things that please me, namely running, eating, drinking coffee and shopping with friends.  Now drinking Vodka.  Grey Goose for those playing at home.  So have the glow of someone who found the most perfect Georgio Armani Jacket in a Vintage Store and the most well fitting work suit ever in the same place.  Finally I have found somewhere I can take my "mistakes" and trade them in for other mistakes.  I started mentally packing them up as I was perusing the store.  I love going out with Karon because she knows where to shop, period. 

Running.  Oh happy happy days, it seems to be going ok!!!  Today I got up all of my own accord, not responsible for meeting anybody or having to be anywhere at a certain time and was out the door before 7.30 and running 14kms of my own volition.  Yes I think my Mojo has returned.  AND I did the 14km at an avg pace of 6:18 which for me is really quite fabularse, given I have not really run much for an Ice Age.  And yesterday I ran with Simon again, that 10km hilly, steppy bush / trail run, and I hate to say it, but it was rather satisfying to hear him pant and puff whilst I was breathing normally.  Ok ok when he gets fit he will shit all over me (figuratively speaking of course, unless he takes a dose of Xenical) because he is a fast little so and so when he is fit, but it is nice to be able to run at the same speed as him and not feel like I am having a small coronary.  The way he is going, it will not be long till this day comes but I am enjoying it whilst I can.....

So, it is four weeks till the Blackmores Half, so I have a few more long runs to do, but have to say, I am loving it, the legs feel strong, the fitness feels good, and it is helping my mood no end.  I am starting to feel normal again, and that is JUST FECKING WONDERFUL!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Watching the Limpix

Over the last two days I have been sort of forced to watching the Lympics, pretty much because everyone else in the household was when I went home, but WOW!  How very inspirational!  Is it that girls can run marathons in their knickers?  Is it their abs?  Is it because when that Jessica girl won gold I cried?  And when some Kiwi man who looked like the "Other Angry Dolphin" won a heat (a heat, just a freaking heat) I also cried?  Or is it when the British runners who maybe don't have the physical make up of maybe the Kenyan ones, but put their determined face on and give it a lash, that it is sooo exciting?  Anyway, I hate the telly, but I am loving the Lympics.

In other news - last week I spent THREE FULL DAYS cooped up in a classroom, with no ventilation, no fluids and no escape.  Maybe that's an exaggeration, as there was water and coffee and I brought copiuous amounts of Pepsi Max and don't get me wrong, the course was fascinating, but sitting still for three whole days really challenged me.  AND I didn't get to the gym AND they kept feeding us.  So week of feeling fat and yucky, despite all my good work over the last few months.  However, today I redeeemed myself with a FABULARSE run, little bit of bitumen, little bit of trail, some hills, lots of steps, felt really good and strong and wonderful the whole way.  Could eat for Ireland now though.

I've upped the PT sessions for August to three a week to see how that goes.  Loving it still, so it can't hurt.  Still hoping to work up to half marathon distance for the Hidden Half.  Would be a nice little achievement.  Work is a challenge, all our jobs are being advertised and the days of being a well paid contractor are soon to be over.  Who knows what the future will hold?  Having learnt by the last few years not to worry about that, but just be good, be kind, be humble, be compassionate and look my oqn health, I am sure I will be fine.  In the meantime I have to phone the police on Monday and make a work related confession.  Which is way more pressing to me at the moment!!