I finally went to Bunnings. Of course, I selected a day when Sydney is hotter than the surface of the sun. AND I decided I could do with the walk. AND I went completely mental and bought everything that took my fancy. AND they’d run out of bags so were very kindly providing boxes in which to transport one’s goodies. Needless to say, I was extremely sweaty, quite the stinker and generally less than pleasant when I returned from the 3km round trip. However I did stop off and buy myself some extremely ugly trainers (two pairs in fact) as the ones I have currently are more like running in socks. It’s going to be tough getting used to running in shoes again. But I’m sure I’ll manage, and my poor unsupported feet will thank me.
In other news, my goal session was not as bad as I thought it would be. I made it very clear to the trainer that he was not to ask me anything that I actually needed to put any thought into – as a result, he has selected all my programs (of course, he’s selected the hardest, most sweat inducing ones) and did not request any feedback. Also, they’ve abolished more than just the use of the callipers – I didn’t have to do any ab tests, sit and reach or push-ups!! I kind of wanted to see if my flexibility was improving because I’ve actually started stretching after my solo work-outs now. But oh well. At least my greatest fears didn’t come to fruition. And I’m quite pleased that the lovely director of the studio with the hideous moustache has kindly lent me Lance Armstrong’s book. Not before he told me I almost reversed my car into a pole and that I am a terrible parker. He’s got no idea, hitting that pole was never going to happen, I had it in my sights the whole time. Men and their constant driving critique.
I have the busiest weekend known to man coming up. I’m even considering ditching run club, I can’t really see another way. So tomorrow I am collecting a recliner from a fabulous friend and taking her out for coffee to thank her. Then in the afternoon I am having a massage, then home to get ready before picking my wonderful friend Meg up for some car-karaoke on the way to a party at our friend Beth’s place. Then on Sunday I have to find time for the gym, my dad is coming over to help me fix my fence, I have a lunch date with some girlfriends and an 18th/Debut (I KNOW!! I’m SO excited!! I’ve never been to a debut before, I didn’t even know people still debuted!) in the evening. So not sure when I am going to find time to sit around, drink beer and work on my Seinfeld trivia score on facebook – I think I’ve created a nice buffer between me and the nearest contender anyway so chances are it doesn’t need a lot of work this weekend. Frankly this Seinfeld trivia has been taking up too much of my time recently – I still haven’t finished unpacking all my boxes!! Damn my ultra-competitive nature.
My mum rang me last night to ask me if I have her Hootie & the Blowfish CD. I explained that I don’t because I have my own so there is no reason that I would have borrowed hers. I got the feeling that she still thinks I have it stashed away somewhere. So if you are reading this Mum, honestly, I don’t have it. I love Hootie as you know, but I bought my own copy about 12 months ago and it has been in my car ever since. I have, however, stolen some of your other CD’s but until you discover which ones are missing I will be retaining them. (Not really, but I know that statement will wind you up and you’ll be wondering now.) Love you!!
- B xxx
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