Endorphin Deprivation

I have now reached the stage of Not Coping Well with the lack of running endorphins, though I do admit that advanced sublimation may also be compounding said issue.

I now have 1 week and 5 days until I can run again, and even though I have been doing masses of other forms of cardio, (rowing, bike, stepper, grumpy trainer and a swim) nothing except the swim seems to trigger the right endorphin effect.

I have just had to go the supermarket for the third time today as silly Mummy's psychic powers also seem to be failing, as I didn't automatically know that all the cheese had been consumed last night. I guess the rule "always tell me when you have eaten the last of something" has for some reason been cancelled and I wasn't informed.

I am now resisting the urge to leave a note dripping in sarcasm on the car parked in my spot out front. When I left for the supermarket my car was tidily parked with space for another behind it. When I returned 5 minutes later a car smaller than mine was parked there, in the centre of both parks, leaving a useless sized space in front and behind. The parking Nazi reigns.

I have somewhat foolishly decided to make cannelloni this evening as I had a surplus of spinach on hand. I'm picking in my current mood if the pasta roller jams up it may not be a pretty sight to behold.

However, big YAY - it's Ladyhawke tomorrow night at the San Francisco Bathhouse. Looking forward to seeing her big time.

Sublimation Day 2

It was bye bye lavender today. I can't believe it can grow that much in just a year.

Funny how I've just gone slash and kill on the interesting stuff. The really dull stuff like pulling out weeds seems to be sublimation resistant.

Rowing

Suddenly I'm seeing all sorts of reasons to take up rowing as my main form of cardio - I can even see past the long hair.

Sublimation # 2

I appear to be sublimating again and channeling said energy into cleaning the garden this time instead of the kitchen.

The Mistress of Anticipation appears to be out of practice as well, which of course means it's sublimation squared.

Not Happy!!

I have developed plantar fasciitis which is a fancy name for a sore foot. It is apparently a common injury for runners, which also pisses me off, cos you know, I'm special, not common!

My Doctor sent me off to see a podiatrist today who's claim to fame is that he can cure the condition while you keep training. Well that turned out to be a pile of runny dog poo as well, as the first thing he said was "no running for a month". As I have said before I don't cope well without my regular running endorphins. He tried to soften the blow by saying I'd already done the first week as I haven't had a run since last Wednesday. He also suggested that I could do spin. Fuk me, I have a SORE FOOT, not some bizarre masochist complex.

So I went to the gym tonight to do some cardio and started on the rower feeling very virtuous that I had the pod on shuffle and wasn't listening to new fave tune for the 4th time today (unrelated video 3 times) and was going well till the 15 minute mark when the smelliest boy in the gym decided to run and fart at the same time on the treadmill next to me. Off to the bikes. After 15 minutes on the bike I remembered I HATE BIKES. Off home to slash wrists.

Get home and of course remember that I can't slash wrists as I'm a waxer, and child's blades are rusty (I may want to slash but I'd hate for them to get infected) so thought it would be much more fun to deeply gouge my knee with my thumbnail while I attempted to take my running lycra's off without taking off my shoes.

My long weekend plans are now screwed as the highlight I'd been so looking forward to was breaking 15k on the road. I don't know how I am going to survive the next three weeks.

Deja Vu

I have had ocd moments before, but this time instead of cables I have spent vast amounts of time this weekend filing data files. My inbox is now 1 page only, and I have lots of little folders filled with the hundreds of emails that I will still never read again, but they are now tidy.

My pictures are super tidy as well and for the first time ever all tucked away in little folders safely. The good thing with that is, I have left a select few images on the main page so that one can go swoon when they open the folder.

While doing some of this I played the new favourite tune obsessively over and over, 6 times in a row. I may repeat this particular ocd moment shortly as I think it may be a new form of child abuse.

I accept that I have very sad life.

Jillian Michaels is SO Gay

I've stolen this from her Facebook page, cos you know, straight girls ALWAYS put up links to Drag Queen stuff!

Continuing the Theme

Todays stalker attack included this image - am I really that shallow?

More Stalking

As stalking goes I'm kinda liking the interesting approach........

More Butch (swoon)

As you all know I have a wee soft spot for hot HOT butches and have prattled on about it before. This young thing has vowed to stalk me across all mediums on the interwebby thing, oh no, please don't!!

So to all my Amercian readers drooling away out there, yup - there are some things we know how to down here very very well.

Been Busy

Have been uber busy of late Corporate Dyking and swinging my hatchet around. This week included a quick trip to Auckland, and gutted I missed Cactus by 24 hours and I would have loved more inside gossip on this story, but XIE filled me in on a wee bit.

Lesson learned, never plan a drink date with Linkwhore because he's liable to stand you up, just as well I had back up dates organised. Oooh and now I can't link to his blog cos it seems I've been dumped as a facebook friend!!!!! [runs to find razor blades]

Now battling an icky cold (thanks I.T Manager) and even ickier weather, which is making me reconsider my plans of watching the hot girls in skimpy clothes battle it out on roller skates tonight., but as I still have a supply of those cold pills, I'm sure I'll make it.

Now to decide if I'm gonna manage some cardio today at all.

More Hiss Spit

I am so beyond advanced sulking now that I find the fight was a perfect show - knockout in the second round - NOT FAIR!