Norm Pounder. That's the name of the "Consultant" who came to talk to us about having to apply for our jobs. So we had to sit through this two hour meeting with Norm (aged 12) twittering on about how we must all be feeling angry and rejected (no, I wasn't, not until you mentioned it, dickwit) and how difficult it would be when we don't get our jobs because one person on the interview panel took a dislike to us and how there is more to life than your job, and then Peter sitting next to me wrote PORN GROUNDER in really big letters on my writing pad and then Norm Pounder came and stood behind me and then I noticed it and I think so did he and then my day kinda went to shit. So I went and did a really tough legs session with Matthu and had a little cry then pulled myself together and now I can't walk, with that beautiful painful wonderful horrible feeling in the legs. So this week, it has been horrible, surprises related to property (The Who Horrorscope predicted this, honest) a break in, another break in, moving back to the mountains, leaving my beautiful life in the city and the end of something that had hardly even started, maybe kinda sorta perhaps. But maybe not. Who would know? And I haven't even consulted the Who Horrorscope on this weeks impending doom, I am too scared. And to top it all off the Axe that was used in the break in doors has been eaten away on the handle, so it is a huge probability that my (wooden) house, my big investment, my only asset, has termites. Just fucking dandy.
On a positive note though, the running is going well, there's been lots of it, I guess it keeps me sane. And gives me hope. And helps me remember that things change. And is a bit like meditation. So have been running with Simon again up here, entering races a bit and getting out and about to various places. Ran something like 75km over the Xmas week (being dragged all over the place by an over zealous runner friend) and keeping up the regular runs has helped me from hiding under the doona all day and rocking back and forth. Quit drinking wine. Wine is lovely and gives such a wonderful buzz but it is evil to me. I forget, I fall asleep and I tell little old ladies to fuck off under the influence of wine. Wine has not been in my life for about four weeks now and it is no loss. Beer, now that is another matter. I don't mind a nice cold beer but at least I can filter the things that come out of my mouth a little better, and to date I haven't fallen asleep, forgotten or told a little old lady to fuck off. Yet.
So, will life keep dishing up shite or will the universe shift on its axis and everything will fall into place again? Who would know? But I know three things: there is a very cold beer in the freezer, there is a run with Simon on in the morning and a day out to the trails on Saturday. That's my long term outlook this week.
On a positive note though, the running is going well, there's been lots of it, I guess it keeps me sane. And gives me hope. And helps me remember that things change. And is a bit like meditation. So have been running with Simon again up here, entering races a bit and getting out and about to various places. Ran something like 75km over the Xmas week (being dragged all over the place by an over zealous runner friend) and keeping up the regular runs has helped me from hiding under the doona all day and rocking back and forth. Quit drinking wine. Wine is lovely and gives such a wonderful buzz but it is evil to me. I forget, I fall asleep and I tell little old ladies to fuck off under the influence of wine. Wine has not been in my life for about four weeks now and it is no loss. Beer, now that is another matter. I don't mind a nice cold beer but at least I can filter the things that come out of my mouth a little better, and to date I haven't fallen asleep, forgotten or told a little old lady to fuck off. Yet.
So, will life keep dishing up shite or will the universe shift on its axis and everything will fall into place again? Who would know? But I know three things: there is a very cold beer in the freezer, there is a run with Simon on in the morning and a day out to the trails on Saturday. That's my long term outlook this week.
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