September – Month of Me!

Woohoo, we won the footy.  Awesome.  It wasn’t a great game though and, since we were watching a delayed telecast and most of the Collingwood supporters left at half time, I kinda clued onto the fact that Adelaide won the game (although I wasn’t allowed to text Andrew at the game and ask him).  You know, as much as I’m an Adelaide supporter, a Collingwood-Adelaide game has zero perv value.  My poor sister is devastated cos her Saints are out of the finals now.

The first thing I’m doing for my month of me is going to an open day at a local yoga centre this morning.  I checked their website and the classes are reasonably priced so if all goes well, I might sign up for a block of classes today.  Then I thought I’d walk into the city.  They had a great dress at Jeans West at Northland last time I went but had just sold their only size 14 minutes before.  I wanted to race through the shopping centre looking for a size 14 girl with a Jeans West bag so I could tackle her to the ground… but instead I’ll go into the city and check there.

I lost a kilogram this week – don’t know how the freaken’ hell that happened.  When I lose weight without effort, I always panic that I’m actually losing muscle tone (esp when I haven’t been exercising).

As for the boy issue I mentioned in a previous post,  I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how hard I try to delude myself, there’s no interest there.  Oh well… next!

Finally, I have a story coming out in an online magazine this month.  It’s a US site so I guess that won’t be until tomorrow but I’ll post up the link then (and this one is suitable for work).

Thoughtage

I’ve had to cut back my running significantly over the past 4 weeks because of this injury so last night my running buddy, Simon, confessed to me – he’s been running with someone else.  How does this happen?  We don’t have an open relationship, I have never told him he could see other people.  But still he slips out on his lunch hour at work for quickies… damn him.

If I’d have thought of it, I’d have given him the silent treatment on our run last night and, when he asked what was wrong, I could have shrugged and said “nothing”, in that hurt and indignant tone.  LOL.

Meant to go to the gym tonight after work but my ipod had no charge and I couldn’t handle listening to gym music.  Came home and had a nap instead.  Now I must get dress to go to the pub and watch Adelaide slaughter the Pies.  My sister wants Collingwood to win so that St Kilda can still make the finals.  She’s all like “Go Pies” and I’m like “I have NO sister.”  I said to her, don’t you feel dirty inside and doesn’t your soul die just a little when you say that.  She had to admit I was right.

10 km

I actually did a decent run tonight – 1o km.  Well some walking, some running.  I did it in 90 mins which makes me feel more confident about making the cut off for the half marathon considering:

• I did the first two kms as a warm up at my sister’s chronically fatigued pace
• I took quite a few walk breaks and didn’t push the pace at all
• I haven’t exercised in 2 weeks

Sleepy Head

I got home from work and decided to lay down for a minute and only woke up when Andy called at 11.30 to get my credit card details (he’s buying some tee-shirts online, must remember to tell him to get himself a debit card).  Hope I can fall asleep again.

Looks like my contract is going to be extended for another week.  Simon told me tonight that I should start looking for another one but I don’t fancy going straight into another job.  It’s a hard call – if I’m not working by November then there is nothing at all around.  As much as I love having time to devote to writing, I have really enjoyed getting back into programming again (I did like of it in my contract last year – it was mostly data analysis).  So much so that I’ve been considering doing post-grad.

Today I checked out some of the courses – if I’m going to do it, I want to do really geeky stuff like encryption algorithms and stuff.  A lot of the courses are very business oriented but if I just want to learn stuff like that, I could sit down and do it in my own time.  It’s not like it’s hard to learn a new programming language.  Having said that, I really feel like if I want to keep working in the IT industry, I need to update my skills.

I really, really don’t want to study part time while working – I did that for my undergrad degree and the last 2-3 years of it, I just was so burnt out and not caring.  I think I might apply for all the post grad scholarships I can and, if I get one, do the course.

On top of that, I’ve been feeling really restless lately.  The course I want to do is at QUT which would mean moving – and that’s a good thing.

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Exercise Stuff…

I went to my myotherapist tonight.  I’ve been freaking out about the half marathon – it’s less than 6 weeks and I’ve not done a long run in 4 weeks.  That’s scary.  I’ve also been injured long enough that I’m worried about losing fitness.

I asked her if it would be okay to do the half marathon and she was all — yeah, sure, why couldn’t you?  But I forgot to tell her my main concern, not that I won’t be able to make the distance but that I won’t make the cutoff time (80 mins to the 11 km mark).  If I have to take too many walk breaks with my leg pain, then I know I can’t do that.

I guess the only thing to do is see how I go over the next couple of weeks.  If I can run 1o km then I’ll do it.  If I can’t, I’ll seriously consider doing the 10 km instead.  On the positive side, she said to use the cross trainer at the gym so that I’m keeping up my fitness etc without the impact of running.

So

• tomorrow, I have to have a rest
• Thursday is running with Simon day, but we’ll be keeping to short distances – maybe even walk/run intervals (he’s got a sore knee as you get when you don’t buy new running shoes)
• Friday I’m going to head to the gym either before or after work (I like going before work but that means leaving home at 6.00… groan) and doing a long cross trainer session *yawn* and hopefully an upper body workout
• Saturday there’s an open day at a local yoga studio – they are having half hour sampler classes so I’m hoping to do a strengthening one followed by a relaxation-y one.  Maybe a long walk too.
• Another gym session on the cross trainer

She said to try swimming but I hate swimming.  I might get some more footy practice in too.  We went to Borders tonight and got a book on footy skills.  It has awesome drills and things too so we have much to practice.  We are doing our pre-pre-season training, lol, but really want to try out for a women’s team next year.

Running (a bit)

Went for a run tonight and actually managed to run about 2.5 km out of 5 – that’s about the best I’ve done in the last 2 weeks.  I don’t even feel sore in my leg.  That makes me extremely happy.

I hadn’t planned on running tonight.  I had to go to Editing class but we had a test and I finish really early so that meant sitting around waiting over an hour for the second half of the class; screw that.  I do feel a little guilty because we were finding out stuff about our assignments after the break but I’ll ring my teach tomorrow and sort it out.  And anyway, why should I be penalised for my awesome knowledge of the use of the semi colon?

I dunno if I mentioned this in previous posts, but I got paid $50 last week for one of my short stories.  The money is sitting in my paypal account and I feel I should reinvest it in writing stuff so have been searching Etsy for funky handmade notebooks.  If you haven’t seen this sit, check it out for all kinds of great stuff.  Also check out Red Bubble – like Cafe Press but Australian (so you don’t have to pay a zillion dollars in postage).  I want to put some designs up when I get a copy of photoshop – in the meantime, there are some tee shirts I want to buy

Sunny Day

Today has been mostly about small and sunny pleasures. We had lunch and coffees outside in the sun and I decided to have a rampage at our housemate for all the crap he has stored around the house (he’s a total horder and it drives me mad, plus his shit is all over the front porch and back deck so there is nowhere nice to sit outside) but, before I could get started, he said he was throwing it all out.  Woot!  Score 1, me.

I went for a run today and the leg got sore, again.  Then we had a kick of the footy and my sister kept kicking off the side of her boot so I’d have to run and pick up the ball – every time I had to bend down, it killed my leg!  I did some awesome kicking and marking through

Then we had coffees and I had a bowl of porridge.  I’ve not eaten any crap today for the first time in two weeks.  I dunno why I’ve been on such a sugar binge lately.  I’ve had no appetite but feel I have to eat, so I eat crap because I can’t be arsed cooking a meal I don’t want.  That’s just plain stupid.  This week I’m eating proper meals and I’m doing some exercise every day even if it’s just a walk because my leg is sore.

I need to think of things I can do for my month of me.  I got some Palmer’s Firming Lotion yesterday that is clinically proven to make a difference if you use it day and night for 6 weeks.  We’ll see about that.  I need ideas, people…

Oh yeah, we went to the drive in last night.  The drive in is awesome – you can sms to get food brought to your car.  It takes up to 30 minutes and we couldn’t wait that long but it’s still good to know you have the option.  We saw Die Hard.  Explosions = awesome.

Lurve and other Bruces…

Thanks for all the advice guys.  If I write any more about the situation, I’m going to make the entries password protected to protect the innocent so just leave a comment or email me and I’ll give you the password.  It could get mighty embarassing having the intel fall into the wrong hands.

I actually thought this morning that I should make a LIST with GOALS and stuff about the whole process – like ‘ask him five questions about himself’ etc then I thought you can’t apply the same logic you use for weight loss for paying off your bills or whatever to bring about a relationship.  But then, why can’t you?

What do you think?  Do you believe that, when it comes to love, there’s The One that are are destined to be with, no matter what or that you should work and plan and make sure you’re in the right place at the right time?

I tend to believe in the later.  I don’t think there is any masterplan to all this.  We aren’t unique jigsaw pieces with only one other piece connecting perfectly, we’re more like lego – able to connect with the right piece at the right time.  Although sometimes I feel like the lego block that the dog chewed, the one that never fits properly with the other pieces.

Anyway all this talk reminded me of some funny stories:

The only time I’ve ever used the ‘spose a root’s out of the ‘question? line on a guy, I did it by proxy – my friend sent me over to ask.  We were only 18-19 years old at the time.  So I bowled up and asked him and he said – it is for her, but not for you!  Yikes.  He was cute too but you can’t go cutting your friend’s grass.

Another time (and note that I can post this story willy-nilly on the net but not anything remotely mushy), again young and kinda pissed at a gay bar with a mate – some guy came in with a chick and they were all over each other, macking on in the corner.  All my drunken mind thought was – hey, that dude’s straight, so when the chick went to the toilet, I made a move and left with him before she came back!  I still can’t believe I did that … but it amuses me that I did.

So, in the rest of my life – last night I went to the football.  That’s the second game I’ve been to this year which is quite a miracle.  I’d not been for years and am not that interested in football but my sister wanted to go see St Kilda and West Coast and since I’ve been making jokes about Ben Cousins all year, she told me to come with her.  I didn’t realise he had such a hot bod – those shoulders are magnificent.

On the tram on the way home, I asked her if guys can have shoulders like that, why don’t they all do it?  I mean it just takes some time at the gym.  She did mention some stuff about genetics and all that but I was like – still, they could have better shoulders.  Why would you have a less hot body than you could possibly have when all it takes is some work?

Then I thought about me – why do you I have a less hot body than I could have, when all it takes is some work!

Even before that, I’ve been thinking about this – I want September to be my month of ME.  It’s my birthday month and I want to do something for me ever day of the month.  I might post up a list as I go.  One thing I want to do is this – $40 for a night out of martinis, manicures and massages.  Sounds awesome.  If you’re interested in coming along, let me know in the next day or two and I’ll book it.

Men…

Since I’m pretty much socially retarded when it comes to men – not having evolved since the year 1 hitting and giggling stage (I’ve not even made it to “Do you like me? Tick a box” notes yet), I thought I’d ask your advice on something.

If you like a dude how do you:

1. find out if he’s already in a relationship/straight/available?
2. work out if he’s interested (esp if its in an environment where you have to be carefullish, as opposed to a pub where you can just walk up to someone ask ’spose a root’s out of the question?’)

Ha, see how socially retarded I am?

Case Closed

I’ve solved the miniature shovel mystery.  Andrew came over last night and I showed it to him – now I’d asked him about it several times and he told me to shut up and stop being crazy (he also told everyone at his call centre that his mum had gone insane and kept asking him about a miniature shovel).

As soon as he saw the shovel, he goes – oh that’s off my Shaun of the Dead figurine!  That explains the blood on the shovel.  So no mystic convergence, no omen from another realm, no serial killer calling card, just plain old Andrew-wackiness!