Thanks for all your feedback! I’ve been enjoying the comments, and I’m looking forward to putting some of the feedback into practice. I want to do it all at once, but I’m slowly learning to take my time. AND I should probably study. …nah.
Long Run Day
I don’t usually run in the mornings. I don’t have anything against it, I’ve just got a structure when I’m in Sydney that lets me do my runs in the day time (that’s going to change as the weather heats up!).
But I joined a new running group at the gym, and they run early, so I figured I’d go for it.
Because I’m doing so much elliptical work right now, it made sense – I ran 5km with the group, we arrived back at the gym, and I hit the elliptical.
For an extra 17km.
I kid you not, two of the other runners went out for a leisurely breakfast and came back, and I was still going.
The worst bit? Having to walk home.
Here’s to the Freakin’ Weekend!
Naturally, after a long run, there’s celebration to be had. So we headed over to a friend’s house for dinner.
I eat pretty well most of the time.
And then I drink.
Vodka is my weapon of choice. And Mr The Rake mixes cocktails as a hobby:
So naturally we took some pre-mixed Caipirinhas. It was too delicious to photograph!
And if my body happens to want a bag of chips, several sausage rolls, most of a tub of dip, potato salad and more chips, who am I to deny it?
We had a great night, and sometimes it’s worth just letting go of everything. I feel so much better for it
I learnt some new things too.
Apparently Dora the Explorer is a filthy immigrant (I’m hoping this Aussie humour translates, because otherwise I’m about to lose all of my US readers). Who knew?
I also discovered a new desire to prise the panels off the walls of a hundred-year-old house to see if there was a meth lab behind it.*
And I got to watch a maths genius solve this:
*There was no meth lab.
After yesterday, today is a rest day. Duh.
In a couple of hours, I’ll jump in the car and head down to the chilly land of Canberra. It snowed there this week.
Yesterday I found this:
Wanker number-plates are ridiculous. I instantly judge the people who own the car.
My brother loves them so much that he started a collection. I’m quite proud of myself – this image is the current display picture for the group.