Month: September 2007

Decisions, decisions…

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After a sleepless night I get up early having made a decision and not only have I made a decision but it’s a firm decision and I’ve never had one of those before but a cup of tea and a couple of emails later and once again I’m undecided.  Aarrgghh.  So I make do with a different decision and then decide to go and see the cows over the marshes and a train goes past and I don’t think that’s my train and then another train goes past and I think that train goes to Liverpool Street and I should be on that train going to work but I’m not and I’m nervous about going back tomorrow but I have to go sooner or later and I think sooner would be a good idea and it’s bright and sunny over the marshes and I remember the radio said it was going to be cloudy and thundery all day and I’m wondering how the weather people get it so wrong every single fucking day and why don’t they just look out the window to see what the weather’s like instead of spending billions of pounds on machines that clearly do not work very well at all and then I’m out of the marshes and back on the street and there’s a girl walking down the road towards me so I go to the side and then she goes to the same side and I’m thinking aarrgghh, I hate it when people do that and so I go to the other side instead of pushing her into the bushes like I should do really and then I get home and I’ve done 5k hurrah.

Stats
Distance: 3.14 miles
Time: 37:18
Pace: 11:52
Calories: 305
Cows: 6
Music
Good Charlotte
The Cure
Hot Chip
Pixies
Hard Fi
Subhumans

Minging Monday

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I must have been hallucinating when I woke up as I could have sworn sunshine was streaming through the blinds but when I ventured out from under my duvet and looked out the window it was raining like I’d never seen it rain before and I thought oh shit my roof’s going to leak again and I’d got up early to virtually wave Bear off on his first day at school and the radio kept saying the rain was going to stop but the radio must have been lying because it was just raining and raining and raining and I thought sod it I’ll go out for a run anyway, it’s nice over the sports field when it’s raining and so I went out and fuck it’s cold and I’m thinking I should have put on a long sleeved top and I get to the park and there’s an old man on the bench reading and I’m thinking his book must be really soggy but as I get up to him I see he’s got it in a transparent folder and I think wow that must be a really good book for him to come out in the pouring rain to read a book in the park but why can’t he read it in his house? and I get up to the sports field and The Polyphonic Spree start singing and that immediately brightens my mood and I think maybe if I just listen to The Polyphonic Spree then I’ll feel happy all the time and then Soft Cell come on and I’m wondering if Joggerblogger’s going to make a comment about how my playlists always used to contain Soft Cell and then it stops raining and I think shit, I was enjoying running in the rain and I get round the sports field and a train goes past on its way to Liverpool Street and I think how would I feel if I was on that train going to work and I feel sick and I think oh shit, will I ever be able to go back? and I have to stop to retie my hair which has come out of its band and I get back to the park and go past the old man who is still reading his book through a transparent folder and then I go past two young muslims who are on a bench snogging and I wonder if muslims are allowed to snog and I think well why not? and then I wonder if I can do another lap of the park and I think I need to build my mileage up as I’ve been struggling to do even one mile lately and I try to think who can draw me up a schedule and I get to the old man reading his book through a transparent folder again and realise I’ve gone past the gate so I have to do another lap and I think it’s quite simple really, run more, eat better and drink less and everything else should fall nicely into place and I get home and I’ve done two miles and I think aaaaah, I feel better now.

Stats
Distance: 2 miles
Time: 22:36
Pace: 11:19
Calories: 193
Old men sitting on benches reading in the rain using a transparent folder: 1
Muslims snogging on a bench: 2
Music
The Polyphonic Spree
Soft Cell
The Cult
The Cure

The week that was

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This is the week that saw me do absolutely fuck all and not wanting to face the world.  So I didn’t.  But Saturday mornings are for thinking what did I do this week and why is my house so untidy as my house being untidy isn’t a good sign and so Operation Get My Shit Together (Part 2) will have to begin.  Starting with getting out of the house for a run.  So I did.  Plus I was spurred on by the fact that I could wear my  Robin Hood t-shirt and as it mentions the full marathon people will clearly think I’m a finely tuned athlete and not think that I did the fun run that it also mentions.

I went up to the park and just as my Garmin kicked into action I could see a girl running on the path towards me and so I thought FUCKING BOLLOCKS and turned round and went in the other direction and there were a load of people on the path and so I thought I’d go up to the sports field and I as I get there I can see a couple of people up there and I stop and wonder if it’s going to be too annoying and I decide it probably won’t be that annoying as it’s only a couple of people and if I can’t even handle two people in a big fuck off field then I am in trouble and so I run round the field and I look at my Garmin and it says 6 minutes and I think 6 minutes? fuck, it feels like 6 hours and I feel like stopping but I think I can’t stop at 6 minutes and I carry on but a few minutes later I do stop and I walk to the end of the field and get back onto the street and I think surely I can run the rest of the way home and so I start to run again but after about six feet I stop and turn off my Garmin and go home to continue with Operation Get My Shit Together (Part 2).

Stats:
Distance: 1.19 miles
Time: 13:56
Pace: 11:40
Calories: 107
Music:
Devo
The Cure
Sex Pistols
Primal Scream
Hard Fi

A taxing day

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I get woken up by a text message at 7am and I think why the fuck is my alarm going off, I thought it was Saturday and then I’m confused and I’m thinking it is Saturday isn’t it? and I think yes it’s Saturday and I think I should go and see the cows and then come back and be a geek all day and go through my new php book and then dye my hair and then I think bollocks, I was going to do my tax return today as I’ve been putting it off since April as I do every year and it’s mid-September so I should do it now really and as my accounting system consists purely of me chucking receipts and invoices in a drawer it’s not a job I’m looking forward to and I go over the marshes and not to be outdone by joggerblogger I take a picture of today’s blue sky to prove that it’s not all pea-soupers down here.

And I go past the cows but the cows are sitting down and I can’t see them very well and I think bastard cows sitting down, they should be standing up so I can see them and then I go past the stables and a horse comes over to say hello but when I get my camera out it walks off so I follow it and it sticks its head over the fence again but when I get my camera ready to take its picture again it walks off again and I think horse, you’re really annoying, and so I go home and on the way I see this car that doesn’t have much left of it.

And then I get home and I think I could barely run 3 miles and I’m glad I don’t have to do that three and a bit more times tomorrow at the Robin Hood half and joggerblogger can run it for me by proxy but he’d better get me a decent time though.

Stats:
Distance: 3.11 miles
Time: 37.12
Pace: 11:56
Calories: 289
Cows sitting down: 6
Camera shy horses: 1
Cars with not much left of them: 1
Music:
The Like
Peter, Bjorn & John
Kaiser Chiefs
Courtney Love
The Young Knives

Girlflu

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And you lot thought I’d been slacking this week? No, not me, I had a bit of a sniffle girlflu but because I am a hardcore finely tuned athlete, I have attempted to run a bit this week, although Thursday and Friday’s efforts couldn’t really be called efforts as Thursday’s effort consisted of a mile with two walking breaks and Friday’s effort was similarly feeble with 20 minutes on the treadmill with two walking breaks.

But today I got up early early early after my extremely riveting dream about making bread to rectify this pitiful situation and not because I’m expecting delivery of a new shiny 22″ monitor, oh no. I got up early early early and went over the park and round the sports field and did, um, a mile. But it was a mile with no walking breaks this time, which isn’t bad for a girl with girlflu.

And now I am awaiting delivery of my nice new shiny 22″ monitor although I did seem to confuse amazon so I hope it does turn up, I’m even going to tidy the spare room so it doesn’t think it’s new home is owned by a scruff. Which of course it isn’t, as obviously this is the home of a domestic goddess. Only a domestic goddess would dream about making bread.

Stats:

Today
Distance: 1.37 miles
Time: 14:31
Pace: 10:38
Calories: 126
Music
Courtney Love
The Prodigy
Hole

Friday
Treadmill:
Distance: 1.65 miles
Time: 20:00
Pace: 12:08
Calories: 158

Thursday
Distance: 1.32 miles
Time: 14:55
Pace: 11:17
Calories: 114