“he had just seen a whale in the Thames.“
“A large whale has been spotted in the River Thames in central London by boaters and sightseers. The mammal, thought to be a 17ft (5m) northern bottle-nosed whale, was seen swimming past the Houses of Parliament.“
from:
news.bbc.co.uk – whale spotted in central London
news.independent.co.uk – whale swims up Thames to Westminster
“Hatchy meows like mad each morning when I feed him. He wants me to brush him!!! He loves it. He doesn’t even finish his food, he just wants to be brushed. So we have some bonding time as he rubs against me and purrrrrrrs and is very happy.“
Reverse loop that went to hell stressing over upcoming job interviews.
Wednesday, after a good interview and test, my legs self-destruct after 10 minutes running and I have to walk home swearing.
Had another interview this morning which went beautifully. Then..
Job offer #1 comes in.
Job offer #2 comes in.
Fsck.
Can’t find a job, now I can’t choose one.
Can’t run a lap, time to get the booze on.
Update:
After speaking to someone who actually has a clue (thanks Dan!) I now know the true path. All is good again. Now, I wait..
Too Much!
14 pints in 5 hours, with no lunch or dinner beforehand is..
Much Too Much!
14 pints in 5 hours, with no lunch or dinner beforehand and some of those pints disappearing in under 10 seconds with the help of “Barry the Beer Bong” is..
Just Fscking Ridiculous!
It all started innocently enough, with a trip to the London Adventure Travel Show with Simon, a mate from Swinnie’s Res. college.
I picked up a tonne of ideas for future travel – loads of road touring stuff, mtb touring, hiking, diving, yachting and even some groups that organise rides and other ‘interesting’ stuff for Londoners.
Dermot, a Scottish bloke was particularly psyched about his cycle tours and I’m now dreaming of some insanely difficult, high-altitude “not a holiday, but an expedition“-type touring.
Once we’d cased the entire show it was into the nearest pub to break the drought. Two pints of “Cockle Warmer” 6.5% ale. Now, here is where I should’ve made the decision to head home and study some travel brochures. Nuh uh! “Barry” was calling…
Long-story short and a couple of John Smith 6-packs later, not much of London’s west managed to escape the “liquid upheaval”…
Sunday was a write-off, just like me!
(This story provided with the post-puke-pride only a proven piss-weak pisspot can provide!)
How did the phrase “three sheets to the wind” come to refer to being drunk?
I have six months to train for the London 10k. Tam suggested the two months prior to the race be 10k-specific training. The four months prior to those should be used to experiment..
After I removed the frilly pink corset and matching suspenders and swapped the red vinyl CFM boots for some runners, I was out the door for a “slow as possible” EARL run.
I figured, with my legs still trashed from the recent PB and my for-once-in-my-life-I’m-not-eating-enough dizzy spells of late, I was due for a “rest”.
Running slow(er) is harder than I’d imagined. With no real need to concentrate on breathing, every spare nerve impulse was free to relay the pain from my shins to my brain. I guess there was none of that adrenalin/dopamine pain-blocking. It hurts to be me. Time was a Zimmerframe-equivalent 49:03.
“The odoriferousness of your new car could make you sick, according to a new study published by the Ecology Center.
The report states that dangerous amounts of PDBEs (Polybrominated diphenyl ether chemicals often found in flame retardants) were detected in dust and windshield film samples taken from cars from model years 2000 to 2005. The Sun can raise the temperature of car interiors to up to 190 degrees, which accelerates the chemical breakdown and the release of toxins“
from: www.wired.com – that (toxic) new car smell
also: www.treehugger.com – beware: that new car smell is toxic!
Use your legs instead!
Woke up* (thanks for the call Tee, really!) and I could actually walk.
What’s up with that? I’m going to have to try harder next time!
Sub-30min EARL in a month? 4min/kays by July? Is the big fella getting a touch too optimistic? Meh! We shall see..
Note to self: Leave laptop volume UP! ๐
(*Disclaimer: “Woke up” is not entirely accurate… zzzzz…)
rundave.blogspot.com – vegetarians produce less gas
Thanks for the link RunDave. Ant, you were on the money all those years ago!
Bus 65 is supposed to go past every 10min. I waited a fscking hour for that piece of sh1t to show up!
I reckon ten bus 65’s went past in the other direction and two going my way even stopped and dropped people off, but let none on. Being late was going to fsck up my night – stopping me revise .NET for a job interview and pushing my run back so late I couldn’t do it. If I exercise too late I don’t sleep. If I don’t sleep, I get grumpy. My grumpy is worse than “normal” grumpy – trust me.
It was going to be late but I decided to run anyway. My legs were still tender from Sunday’s run with my shins letting me know how I’d treated them with every step. This just fueled the rage.
The over-sized red sardine tin finally arrived home and ejected me into the street. On the bus I’d decided to channel the anger into a fast run. No, it was more than that, tonight wasn’t just going to be fast, tonight was going to be a PB.
I was fuming. I wanted to hurt. I knew it was going to be a PB.
I changed as fast as I could and sipped on some water – as much to hydrate as to get rid of the “oh my god, too many coffees!” taste in my mouth.
Insert run here –>
It was a blur. Lots of awkward breathing trying to kill stitches and lots of shin pain. It was quite windy (“from the Southwest at 14mph gusting to 26mph“). Charge home. Stop clock.
Before I could even think about it, I had my breath back. This pissed me off because it meant any slowing was because my legs can’t handle the impact and NOT because my CV system is at its limit. I walked up and down the street to “warm down”, breathing as if I’d spent all day in a deck chair, but with legs that felt like they’d spent the day being pulverised with a ball-peen hammer. Who the fsck would be a runner eh? ๐
Time? 33:10
That’s another 2 minutes off my previous best and includes stopping for a car leaving a driveway and something else.. what was it.. fuggit..
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, bus 65!!!