I spent Christmas and New Years in this absolutely pimpin' house. Housesitting sometimes does not suck. My dad was sick in hospital in Sydney over Christmas (boooo), so I flew there for the day, crying my eyes out on the plane there and back, because I'm a massive sook, and came back that night for the best recovery/therapy: homemade pizzas, and blasting great music and drinking scotch in the spa until the wee small hours with my two best boys. I mean 'boiiizzz'. I feel like that might be my new Christmas night tradition. Hopefully without the ill parent/being the crazy crying chick on the plane bit next time.
While there, we also had a fabulous NYE party (with permission, I should add. And nothing got broken!), after which I found out that my approach to choosing a sleeping position seems to be 'face-plant into the nearest soft object'.
I began to enjoy running again. As evidenced by the aforementioned race recaps. After injury after injury after injury and a massive amount of fitness lost, I finally managed to begin running regularly again. Not long distances or impressive times, but regularly. And man oh man, it was hard. It is hard. I don't remember much about how I started running (in 2006-07), but I know I wasn't good right away. Duh. I remember the early days of just trying to run for longer bursts between walking, and then [Y^%#GDIUSG-MEMORY BLANK-^%@$63*] and then I ran a marathon. Soooo being back in that mystery in-between time has been a surprise. Not necessarily a good one. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I am learning the very neglected [by me] art of enjoying things you're not good at. Because sometimes it's the 'getting better' part that is fun. And sometimes it is the sunshine, the exploration, the music, the getting-lost-then-finding-your-way-home, the gallons of sweat, the glass of water afterwards, the hilarious tan-lines, the racing cars and dogs and bikes and people.. Huh. Who knew.
(if anyone uses MapMyRun, feel free to add me. I log most of my runs - outside, at least - there)
[insert beautifully photographed baked goods here. I cannot take pictures of food to save my life. They always come out looking vaguely rude. I don't know why.]
I got a new job. I quit the new job. I went back to the old job. If I didn't fear it'd come back to bite me in a major and unfortunate way, I would share the details of this - including some priceless, majestically stupid quotes. But inevitably it WILL come back to bite me. So I won't.
...until I make a habit of drunk-blogging.
..... or it all appears in the TV show I'm attempting to write about the ridiculousness that is life working in an office. No, it's not The Office.
I've been planning a trip to the U.S later this year with Angus. And possibly meeting a couple of our friends from other parts of the world while over there, which would be mental and out of control and awesome. At the moment NYC is the only definite, but if I get my way, there will be a detour to New Orleans, San Francisco, and Disney World. Finances permitting (which, at the moment, they don't). I am off the charts excited, but hating the 'saving money' thing that has to occur first.
I've been sick with tonsillitis and now some kind of flu/virus thing. Which has been massively bumming me out because it a) stops me from enjoying running, which I am doing again, in case you missed that point above. And b) inhibits my sparkling and dazzling social life. Or what I imagine would be a sparkling and dazzling social life if I wanted it to be. And c) is generally just BALLSSSSSS. But on the upside, I become so bored stuck at home that I do useful things like cleaning, and cooking, and gardening... ie. I do all the things other people do day in, day out, without complaint. And then feel like I'm somehow special. And then I complain when I don't recover from my sickness instantly, despite ignoring everyone's advice to STAY IN BED AND STOP STANDING OUT ON YOUR FREEZING BALCONY IN THE WIND, POTTING DAFFODILS, YOU IDIOT. Ohhhh. See? I'm several types of annoying.
And that is about all. Here is a picture of a sleeping kitty's little sleepy white-socked foot. Just because. Happy Saturday!