I was fully intending to write a post on Sunday, but I completely forgot. My bad. I have been running, though. At the gym, I’ve been doing two sessions most weeks. Did fifteen down towards Gininderra on Saturday. Had a five around the lake last week, but I can’t recall when. So I’m lazy, but not that lazy. I just keep forgetting to blog. I’ll update tomorrow night when I’m not ridiculously tired. In the meantime, here’s an animated gif I made of Frankenberger the super-derp, just before the finish line at the Canberra Marathon in April.

If I look like I’m in pain, it’s because I was. I’ll probably just look ridiculous because this was taken from a large quantity of still shots snapped by Mum as she watched me go by, and not a video. I really don’t run like this. At least I hope that I don’t.

For added fun, watch this, and press the play button below.

Heh. The musical accompaniment doesn't seem to work on mobile, or on RSS feeds. Too tired right now to make it work, so you're going to have to visit my blog in its big splashy entirety to get the full effect. Once you've made the effort, you'll rightly determine that it wasn't worth the effort. But this is what the internet is for, amirite?

Hee. Bananas is tasty.

Mum came over today, and she brought a bunch of photos that she took of me at various races. A whole bunch from the Canberra Marathon back in April, and I haven’t gotten around to sorting through them yet, but there were also some from the Mother’s Day Classic last month.

I present for your entertainment my two favourite photos from the Mother’s Day Classic.





I liek bananas.

Yeah, I know. These are some of the most attractive photos of all time, right?

Off-topic

Holy Crap! I just heard a very loud bang. Was it fireworks, an explosion? An accident? What the hell was that?

Anyway, I just wanted to post to say that I was bored and checking the stats on my blog. Did you know that the majority of people who find my blog via a google search did so because they were looking for “why are my arms so red”, or “why are my arms always red”. Second top search phrase on the list? “bike dirndl photo”.

True story.

what is this i dont even

Maybe I should start posting bike dirndl photos. That’s what the people really want, not me going on and on about my shitty running ability. That, and advice on red arms.

Self-control, and the lack of

Case in point, I’m going to go get another glass of wine.

Wait, I haven’t even tried to make my point yet, have I? Well, it’s a perfect example. Basically, I have little to no self-control. As such, I’m drinking wine on a Tuesday night when I should be doing... pretty much anything else.

Somewhere in the misty distance of my past I managed to lose a bit of weight and get fit. As I’m only human, I can’t bring myself to think that I’m skinny, hot or fit enough right now and there’s nothing wrong with making more of an effort, is there? Amirite? I know I am. Nobody is EVER secure with the way they look. You can feel free to prove me wrong. Prove to me that you’re a perfect person that loves themselves perfectly, and I’ll personally lick your face. Or your chest. Because perfect is yummy. Imperfect is also yummy, but only in the correct ratio. People are awesome. Sorry, what was I talking about? I forgot. Excuse me, I’m going to get more wine.

So I had half a frozen pizza for dinner, sort of a healthy choice compared to some of the other unhealthy shit I could have eaten. Put a little extra cheese on it, damn good. Except I burned the roof of my mouth, as per fucking usual. It hurts. Hang on, this isn’t relevant.

I’ve been trying to get motivated. I’ve been trying to run three days, gym three days. Probably run at the gym two out of three days, so that would be five runs every week. Pretty hardcore, or at least it would be if the weather wasn’t so shit and I could actually drag myself out of bed to run of a morning. I’ve been doing pushups (of the girlie variety). Sit-ups, of the military variety. Pull-ups, assisted. Gradually reducing the assist weight. I can feel my posture improving. I can sprint at faster than 15 km/hr. But is this good enough?

I have been trying to control my calories, but almost every day I forget to fill my intake in. Many days, I cheat. It would be so easy to backslide here, just grab a bag of Tasty Cheese CCs, eat the whole thing. Overdose on butter. Drink a whole bottle of whatever the hell I want to, because fuck it, who really cares? In the long run, what does it really matter? Isn’t being happy more important than being a fucking superhero?

I find myself wondering if it really is worth getting out of bed at 5am just to run, or to get ready for work. Nobody’s thanking me for it. I have no real goals to aspire to, apart from a personal best at the City2Surf.

Actually, that is a pretty good goal.

Food-wise, I could really binge. I could revisit my beloved childhood game of “What Can I Fry?”. But rather than resorting to excess, I just fuck up a little bit at a time. A cookie here, a fun-sized chocolate bar there. Not enough for me to really enjoy myself, but enough that if I’m making any progress whatsoever, it’s really gradual. I probably shouldn’t beat myself up about this. I’m probably actually doing this the right way.

A confession - I’ve been smoking. Now, I haven’t really gone into this on my blog before apart from a few measly mentions, but I am an on-again, off-again smoker. I don’t smoke a great deal, but I do smoke a couple of cigarettes most days. You all can feel free to give me a hard time about it. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s been doing me damage. I want to stop. I don’t have any excuses.

Man, I really messed up the roof of my mouth. The wine stings like a bitch.

Reading back over this post, it seems a little negative. And blurry. Hold on, let me clean my glasses. Nope, that didn’t work. I’ll carry on.

I’m going to clarify: Life is fucking awesome for me at the moment. I’m having a great time. Work is full-on, and challenging, and the challenge is rewarding to me. I’m feeling strong, and I’m feeling fast. I like my hair, for once in my life. I’ve been wearing it curly. I’ll go whole weeks without tying my hair up. Ringlets a go-go. I feel sexy. For all the whinging I just did about eating too much, I’ve been drinking like 3 litres of water almost every day, and the food I do eat is far more balanced than it would have been back in the old days.

Today at the gym I had a great run. I did a plank until I collapsed from sheer exhaustion and it was for a lot longer than I expected. I’ve been walking up the stairs to my office, nine floors. It isn’t getting easier but I’m sure it will, eventually.

If I originally had a point, I don’t remember what it is now.

Uh. I feel bad about writing this post. I probably shouldn’t post it, but as previously expressed, I don’t really have any self-control.

Here’s a picture I drew in Draw Something. Look, a distraction!


Wheeeeee!

Don’t drink and blog, boys and girls.

*strut* *pose* *wiggle*

A lot of people might consider me to be a particularly motivated person. However, I would argue that I’m actually a hideously lazy bitch, and activity is more likely to come from impatience, rather than any true motivation.

Case in point:

I haven’t run a great deal, lately. Yes, I’ve been running a bit more often than usual, maybe three or four times a week, but it’s all short distances. I wanted to head out to Parkrun yesterday morning, just because I could. The only real way to get there by the start time, given the wonderful state of affairs with the buses (will someone please tell me why the bus system is practically non-existent on Saturdays? Surely people still need to go places on weekends), was to run. So I ran the 10km to Lake Ginninderra, kept it slow and steady. Figured I’d still be able to do a pretty fast 5km once I got there. Didn’t hold out much hope for a run back home again, but I had a bus ticket and surely there’d be buses by the time Parkrun was done with.

It was drizzling a little, but I didn’t even notice for maybe 5 or 6km, given that I was wearing a headband, a visor and a hoodie over the top. Not exactly toasty warm, but I didn’t start feeling soaked until much later. It wasn’t a hard run, despite the frustration at having to restart Zombies, Run! four times during one single mission. I got to the lake a little early, had to wander around for a bit. Ran the 5km, cracked my PB and even managed to overtake a couple of people. Which is always cool. I was pretty tired afterward, though. My legs weren’t exactly fresh.

When the race was over I got my phone out and did a search on google maps for the next bus. It was maybe twenty-five minutes away. To add to that, once I got on the bus it would have been a forty-five minute ride. Forget that. I did some quick math and figured I could run home in the same amount of time. So that’s what I did.

I wasn’t motivated. I wasn’t pumped. I wasn’t eager to get out on the road and clock up more kilometres. I was just bored, and impatient, and restless. Rather than stand around for a while and sit around for a while longer, I jogged off in the other direction and kept on jogging until I got back home.

25km, round trip. Not too shabby. I was starving all day, and I don’t think I ate enough to completely recover.

Now I’m going to go lie down. I tripped over and fell on the living room rug before. My legs are ouchy.