I ran home from the gym today – nothing unusual about that esp since it’s only 1-2 km from home – except that it’s the first time I’ve ever ran with a bag. I had this idea that I couldn’t run while I was carrying anything. I think I could this idea because Simon said he couldn’t. Curse him, he thinks he can boss everyone just because Simon Says.
I thought I’d try it out for myself and challenge my preconceived limitation, and I can totally do it. That rocks. I had my sling style gym bag so I had to stop and adjust the velcro strap so it didn’t move around so much but other than that, it wasn’t a problem. Sure it’s easier to run without it but it’s no biggie. Now if I have to go into the city or if I start working closer to home (cos I sure as hell aint running 30 kms to work), I know I can run with a bag.
Okay, I have a big decision to make about this weekend – where to go to watch the grand final. We’ve been interviewing a few pubs, seeing what they have on offer, but have yet to settle on one. The bar around the corner has a huge screen TV but they are charging $1 for sausages – good luck with that when every other pub has a free bbq – and the staff are surly. Two pubs up the road have free bbqs and good beer specials but one of them is always filled with Collingwood supporters and I’m not sure what the TV is like at the other one. I’m sure last year some of the pubs had half time footy trivia quizzes – I’d put good money on my sister in that.
I’m off to yoga now – so much for taking an easy week.