Just going to be a quick post this morning because I got up late, took a run for almost two hours and now I’ve got to go to a dance class. Yeah, after a 16.5km run. THAT’S AN AWESOME IDEA. You would have thought I’d learned my lesson after the swimming debacle last month. I’m expecting some agony. But if I didn’t take any risks, I’d never get anywhere.
It was a nice run this morning. The weather seemed a little cool to begin with but I figured it wouldn’t be a problem... Until I saw that I was running toward a wall of ominous black clouds. Within a few minutes, it was raining pretty heavily. I got paranoid that taking my iPhone out of my bumbag would result in a dead iPhone 4s and a really unhappy me, as water damage isn’t covered under the warranty. I laboured under my hastily chosen music playlist for about five or six kilometres, before I remembered Siri. Now, I’ve had a bad history with Siri because she never seems to understand a word I say. I still keep trying because apparently she’s supposed to learn and improve over time. We’ve come to blows in the past because she flatly refuses to play Eye of the Tiger. Every time I ask, she plays the Black Eyed Peas. I don’t question why, although I do question why there’s a Black Eyed Peas song on my iPhone. I just figure that she hates me and this is her attempt at defiance.
Today Siri was behaving, at least to begin with. I’d ask her for some Bush, or Queen, or Talking Heads, and she’d play it. I’d say “Play my newest junk.”, and she’d play my newest junk. After a while, I think the microphone may have gotten a little wet, because I was trying to get her to play some Foo Fighters and she just wouldn’t do it. She said “I’m sorry, I don’t understand semicolon hash A four...” etc. I’m not sure exactly what it was she said, as I cut her off mid-sentence, but it certainly didn’t have anything to do with the Foo Fighters. There was nobody around at the time to see me running along at full steam, screaming PLAY! FOO! FIGHTERS! seemingly to myself. That’s a good thing. Ah, technology.
So the Cadbury Half is only four weeks away, give or take. I really wanted to do 21km this morning, but I slept through my alarm and I can’t miss the dress rehearsal today for the ball performance. I haven’t been training all that well (as evidenced by my lack of bloggage) but I think I’m in good shape for the half marathon all the same. I’m really looking forward to it. New scenery, as I’ve never been to Tasmania. I ran to work one and a half times over the last three weeks (second time I had to give up halfway as I messed up my knee. No lasting damage, though). So yeah, all in all, things are going to be fine. Positivity!
Man, I wish I was somewhere else right now. Somewhere warmer. With an ocean, and sand.
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