This job fscking sucks. If I wanted to read contracts for a living I’d have become a lawyer! At least they earn REAL money.. *sigh*

Run?

Ride?

Pump class?

Sit on ar$e and vegetate?

Submit your votes now.. or not.. you’ll be too late too affect my decision anyway.

Update.. 5 hours later..

Well, thanks for all the input dudes and dudettes, but the decision was made for me by the bus company. Left work at 6pm, trying to get something done after spending most of the day bogged down with a particularly painful contract.

Didn’t get home until 7.15pm due to extremely heavy traffic. This meant I didn’t have enough time to change and make it to the gym for Pump. Bugger! What to do? I know..

Punish the bus company! But how?

I know! Run an unprecedented TWO laps of EARL!

What does this have to do with the bus company? Nothing!

But that’s precisely how someone as silly as me thinks!

First lap was crap and I was was stomach-breathing quite early, in an attempt to get rid of a stitch. Huh?

I heard something about diaphragms being near the cause of stitches and pushing your guts out while breathing in helps sort it out. I’m not talking about those other diaphragms, ya dirty feckers!

Anyway, it didn’t work so I ran the loop with the stitch. 42min.

Surprisingly, I felt good after a 30sec stop to suck down some water I’d left outside the house.

More surprisingly was the fact I was soon laughing and running at the same time. WTF?!

I can’t remember what I was thinking about to make me laugh but laugh I did. Sure sign of insanity.

I felt the blister just behind the ball of my right foot coming back again.. ow! fark! Why!?!

The second half of the loop I noticed my legs getting a little pained. My knees and my shins weren’t feeling so good. That’s what you get for being as heavy as me and doubling your run distance without actually running much.

Incremental increases? Wha? 😛

The stitch hadn’t come back though. The arm warmers felt funny when I stretched my arms out. Seems they cut off the circulation slightly when my arms are bent into Ruining-Mode.

I pushed it a bit when I got back into Ealing (people were watching! :P) and felt good coming home.

Total time: 1h 26m.

Pretty damn consistent! If I was watching the clock I could’ve easily gone for the (wankerspeak alert!) negative split.. hahaha 😀

No, I’m not telling you how long the loop is – that would just be too embarassing!

Through the door, it was quickly pointed out by Adrian that I looked “fecked”. I tended to agree with his observation! 🙂

Hardly noticed the run “aerobically”, but I’m sure the leggies are gonna hurt tomorrow. That makes for a painful top-half and bottom-half. Ahhh.. who says I’m not a balanced individual! 😛

and tired. But “tired” isn’t a mood is it? 😛

Did the Sat 11am Pump class with the extra weight I’d planned to add. May have been a little too high because I struggled to finish some sets.

Most of my body is shakey and struggling to operate normally now. Excellent!

More PUMPED for Franz tonight! About to head over to Dan’s for the warmup..

“I’m evil and a heathen..”

“I’m evil and a heathen..”

“I’m evil and a heathen..”

(to the tune of Jingle Bells of course!)

Tumbling through the door, slurred speech all could say,

Begging for hippy mercy, will he save the day?

Drink some of this water, try not to throw up there

So much for an early night, what’s that in your hair? Ho Ho Ho

Dropped my status from Total C*nt(tm) to simply c*nt after doing a spot of nursing for Ealing’s famous “chucker” Sickly-Sheila. Obviously she’d imbibed a little too much of the Devil’s Draught after work tonight. Grant, her usual care-taker, was busy with his own top-and-tails type tipple trying and “The Others” were nowhere to be seen. Eeek! I don’t remember ever being sober around drunklings! What a horrible experience! 😛

All this was after becoming homicidal whilst trying to open the fscking front door! Arrrgh! Next time, I’m charging the fscking thing down! You are official on my hit-list, door!

I’m only mentioning this to make Sheila feel real guilty when she sobers up. This should be enough to regain my status as a Total C*nt(tm) bwahahahaa 😀

In much more interesting news..

FRANZ FERDINAND TOMORROW NIGHT!!

FRANZ FERDINAND TOMORROW NIGHT!!

FRANZ FERDINAND TOMORROW NIGHT!!

(actually TONIGHT in about 5min)

Nothing went right this morning. In Homer’s words: “Urge to kill.. rising.”

No exercise last night. Had no desire to sleep either. The late night meant no run this morning (too tired and slow to wake up) and the sleepy operation of non-standard tap fittings caused the downfall of my breakfast. These events made me mad.

Solution: Go to bed earlier. (Well, duh..)

You need to know what to cook and how.

It takes ages to collect ingredients.

Ingredients are quite expensive here (vegetarian is the only way to go).

It takes too much time to prepare ingredients.

It takes too much time to cook the ingredients.

Results may very well be unsatisfying.

Gimme a microwave meal or 10min pasta dish any day.

Of course, tonight I’m actually trying to cook something other than pasta:

Bean Burritos!

Tee would appreciate these but it’s going to be Grant and Sheila on the stomach pump tonight.

All this of course means no gym tonight. 🙁

Me like gym. Had the f’ing BEST spin class last night!!

In a strange twist of fate, me, the ANTIrunner, may have accidently convinced poor colleague Sara to go for a run tomorrow! :S

I’ll wait to see if she actually does though. Should be interesting. Hope it stops raining – I don’t like soggy shoes.