I didn’t go to the gym yesterday – I’d slept poorly the night before, mostly because some crazed woman with an army of giant killer crayfish chased me through my dreams. Luckily I managed an awesome dance routine/Sound of Music style escape. My mind is a scary place to be at night.
So, I came home from work and had a nap then went to the supermarket then had more sleep. Got up this morning and did a 6 km run 3 X around the hilly 2 km. That’s 3 times up my hill. Since I live in Northcote, there is only one hill. I love it cos my lap takes me up the backstreets where no one sees me, to the top of the hill then I get to run strong down High St so I look good to all the passing cars. That’s my running theory anyway. I also get the awesome sunrise view over the city – Northcote has the best city views in Melbourne. And at least we have a hill, not like those pretentious snobs of Clifton Hill, that has a tiny little hump yet puts “Hill” in it’s name… what’s with that?
After work, I went to the gym to do some weights but I’d forgotten my run this morning and did an intense cardio interval session on the bikes. Oops. How do you even forget you did cardio and do more cardio? What the hell kind of creature am I? I made myself sick.
I was doing those hideous shoulder presses and watching my form in the mirror and noticed I’ve lost weight. It’s the first time in forever I’ve actually noticed any (good) change in my body. That made me happy.
After the gym, I went to Knox shopping centre (well I was already at the shopping centre but went to the shops bit), started looking around and realised they had nothing I wanted. Shopping centres – what a crock. I’m getting so pissed off with the homogenisation of fashion – you get 568 shops and they all have exactly the same thing. There is no variety, no individuality – just identical clothes, well identical except for some tiny feature that gives you the illusion of choice.
I used to think one of the beauties of wearing normal sized clothing was the huge range of choice, but that’s all a sham. You get expensive shit or cheap shit, and since it’s all out of fashion in a month’s time you might as well buy the cheap shit. I think I’m going to start shopping only at non-chain stores from now on. There are some great places around but you won’t find them at Knox City.