Tonight was supposed to be go-go dancing class but I wagged… again. I’m starting to figure that I’m really bad at doing things that involve being committed to a certain time, especially when that time means coming home from work and relaxing then going out again. I can do things that don’t involve being somewhere at a specific time but the whole class thing is difficult esp since I have editing class Mondays and yoga on Thursdays. Two nights a week is enough.
Anyway, instead I went for a run. Not a long run but I did hill intervals. I ran around the block then up the big hill then down — 4 times up the hill altogether. I could have done more but didn’t want to push myself after Friday’s ouchy leg-ness. I really enjoyed the hills – enjoyed in that masochist way. It felt good to push myself not to stop before I got to the top.
Tomorrow I want to get up early and go to the gym before work. I had thought ‘ha, as if’ because I hate early, but then figured it’s all in the attitude. If I want to do it then I will. I’ve been thinking about hiring an exercise bike for the next couple of months. I’ve been going to the gym up the road which is great – $4 for a casual visit, but their bikes are arse. Mostly they are recumbent bikes or really old upright ones so I end up on the spin bike but they only have 2 of those. Since I want to do intervals on the bike, it’s really hard when you have no read out.
Other than that, I’ve been listening to all the news on Ben Cousins. I don’t get it – why is it okay for footballs (and other sports players) to go out and get shitfaced and sexually abuse women but taking drugs, which is a victimless crime, is such a big deal? And I don’t get all this ‘role model’ crap – when Andrew was growing up, his sporting hero was Shane Warne, yet Andrew didn’t end up being a wanker.