After reading about Krysten today, I’m feeling pretty lucky that my greatest concerns in life are procrastination and banana ambivalence.
A Darwinian Fail
Abby at Back at Square Zero posted today about a woman who has dealt with some crappy genetic cards. Krysten has transformed herself into a running machine, and is about to run a marathon with her ‘robotic’ heart and new boobs.
In terms of a reason to run, this pretty much takes the cake.
My own love for running is only being improved by the weather.
During yesterday’s meander to the gym, I took some time taking photos (no wonder my battery was dying!). Spring is springing in Melbourne, and t’s such a mood lifter!
Today my friends proved how amazing people can be when they support each other. I have had the chance to speak to a few of my fellow international law nut friends today (they’re in Canberra), and they are incredible people.
I particularly want to give Chal (on the right) a virtual hug. Look at that smile! I’m sure she would love some virtual comment hugs as well (she’s fine! Virtual hugs shouldn’t need a reason. Just take my word for it; she’s great!).
I have started to distinguish days based on workouts. I have no concept of real time, but I do know that tomorrow is a 7km day. I had one of those two days ago. That makes tomorrow Thursday. So it must be Wednesday.
Today I walked into town to meet a friend for lunch, and spent some time walking in entirely the opposite direction, despite checking Google, reading a map, and creating my own map before going on the quest.
But then, I walked to the gym.
I may have taken a slight detour. But I was shocked when I found this:
For the first time ever, I had walked in the correct direction. And found my street. Believe me, this is a big deal.
I found it!
I was really relieved, because by this time my phone was dying, and I only got one last shot in. The internet was not an option.
I made it!
As a side note, this gym is bogan-tastic.
Overheard during today’s outing:
Aw yeeeaaa, I’m still hungry bra. I could smash some maccas.
(I’m really hungry and I would love to grab something from McDonalds)
Nah way. That’s so f***in weird ‘ey. I must have lost fat or somethin’
(A guy in dismay after stepping off the scales)
Home is where the toilet paper is
I have been getting to know my mum’s cat.
Unfortunately, I also broke a house rule that I wasn’t yet aware of.
Apparently toilet paper is not to be left on the floor. My bad.
I can’t find the hole
Capping off my excellent adventure through the toilet paper forest and into the gym, I borrowed Dad’s car to see a friend tonight.
After sitting in the car for a few minutes, I came back, bewildered, key in hand.
I don’t know where to put it
Mum, Dad and Big J cracked up.
Apparently my father is the proud owner of a keyless start car. Dad came and showed me how to get going. I was unimpressed that he continued to watch as I left the drive.
When I stopped the car and flicked the high-beam on and off, I stopped being unimpressed.
Dad bounded down the road, tapped on the window, reached in, and turned on the headlights for me.
On a random tangent, while on my trek to the gym, I took this photo for you, my dear non-Australian readers.
Drive through bottle shop
I feel that a drive through bottle shop epitomises Australia.
Meeting up with a friend from lunch. She lived in Canberra until a few weeks ago, and catching up in Melbourne reminds me how small the world really is.
How are you with directions?
If you’re a runner, do you suffer from Runner Brain?
This post brought to you from the bottom of the Earth (also known as Melbourne)
I forgot how boring Canberra Airport is. I budgeted 1 ½ hours from my house to boarding. At 9am I had arrived by taxi, checked in, and was sitting in the departure lounge. The flight was at 10:05am.
I am enjoying internet memes far too much
I did get to talk the ears off my taxi driver though. My housemates left early, so couldn’t get my talking fix, and, shock horror, I wasn’t getting to Melbourne until 11am. Who’s a girl to talk to?!
Things I now know about the taxi driver:
1. He has to get up before 4am to drop people at the airport
2. At 4am, it is virtually impossible to get ice off the windshield
3. He is visiting family in India this year – for the first time in six years
Things he now knows about me:
1. I talk too much
2. It’s been too long since I’ve been to Melbourne and it’s been 9 months and my family live there but I’ve lived in Canberra for 6 years and I study here but I work part time in marketing and I go to the ANU and in Sydney I live close to Parramatta Rd and it’s a really busy road and I feel like a really bad driver and isn’t it strange how things seem different when you go back to visit family and how cold is Canberra and does India stay warm in winter?
3. I talk too much
Things he doesn’t know:
1. I run – I think he’s the only person on earth who doesn’t know this by now.
Yesterday a good friend asked if I blogged so that I got all the running talk out of my system.
Mr The Rake is going to murder me dead next time I tell him, unprompted, about how difficult that run was, or at what point I thought I was going to need extra energy, or how difficult that slight slope after the bridge feels after 8km.
The solution? Blog.
Marathon training will get ya
I’m still learning a whole heap of unexpected things about marathon training. The latest is this intense fatigue. It’s constant and it’s weird. I feel like I’m getting enough sleep, and eating plenty. But I could be out of whack. For years, I was convinced that carbs were evil.
Not so much in marathon training. My love of protein and chocolate may be the problem, so I’ll play around with my food a bit and let you know what happens!
Look what jumped into my handbag for an airport snack today
Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
On the other hand, as Laura has pointed out, marathon training is just that tiring. Even worse, getting up and heading over to the gym before the cars hit the local shopping centre is a sure sign that I am, as Mr The Rake would say, doing it wrong.
Monday morning. 7am. Freezing in Canberra. No cars to be seen (probably because everyone was busy scraping the ice off their windscreens)
My family are pretty great. I arrived home to two boxes of nuts (a gift from Dad), and a cupboard full of vegetables, fruit, yogurt, chocolate, chicken and oats. Heaven.
Naturally I had to run a track that I would run when I lived at home – just to see if it was as difficult as I remember it.
It was not.
I swear that track used to be 6km. Today my watch said it was 3 1/2km. Has someone changed the metric system?
A couple of years ago I ran to the bridge in one go, and it was the biggest effort ever. I was so proud of myself. I did that same run today, and when I hit the bridge, my watch went ‘ding’.
It seems I have become a little fitter.
Getting it done – with a few nasty hills. Why? Why hills?
Dad has nuts delivered to me! 2 boxes of Harvest Box were waiting on my bed
When did you realise you had become a zillion times fitter/more unfit?
What’s the furthest south you’ve ever been?
What’s something nice your parents do for you when you see them?
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