Leading up to london!

Well. it has been a few days! Weekend started last thursday really. with another accupuncture session. Am not sure it works......some of the points JB chose were REALLY painful :-( Is just one of those things. I dont know if it actually works, or if it placebo effect or something..but anyway. I might go back..though he is a bit bonkers...and seems to have an unhealthy interest in mucus....and not from my nose of mouth!!!! ;-)
Little run thursday evening, gave the legs a gentle work out, all of about 3 miles....felt good. Aimed to run about 10 min/miles....ran the measured mile along the road. Watch said 9.58.59 :-) That will do.

Friday i took the train to London and met Tory boy..who took me to the excel centre to get my stuff. Long story short. Got to excel, after listening to him ranting about how much he earns and the government. Much as i love him, i had forgotten what a tory he is. Sigh. Still...deep down he is ok ;-) Got number and goody bag, which contained a can of London pride :-)

Went for a mooch around london, including crossing the millenium bridge, which is one of my favourite places....drank wine, then went to hotel and crashed out....

Saturday..bit more mooching then met lovely CB for wine and gossip. Spent the day laying in Lincolns Inn fields...was very peaceful till the Capoeira lot turned up. Just when we were sniggering and taking the piss, the kick boxes in their fancy pants arrived, and destroyed our peace and quiet with all the huffing and puffing and grunting and stuff..... Sigh.

As mad as a bag......

This sunday i am running the London Marathon. Not my first marathon, but my first London, and most definately my worst prepared for marathon. Have done loads and loads of biking, but running has been a bit...fraught. As such have been officially grounded since last sunday. And no volcanic ash in sight....

I have been slowly but surely going around the twist..(anyone remember that kids tv program round the twist? was vaguely amusing) Anyway. Tapering is hell. It is official. Your body is tired, so you sleep. Your body is hungry so you feed it...so not only are you NOT training as much, but you are still eating loads. Net result. FAT. Great. Isnt it enough that i have to run with 32F boobs, without the rest of me wobbling along behind?
I was described as a large runner the other day. I was a bit miffed. In fact, a lot miffed. But then my friend LJ complimented me today, whilst he was rubbing my legs, telling me he thought i had a lovely figure (i was paying him to do so....the leg rubbing, not the compliments, they were free :-) and then at the pool tonight, a girl friend, VP made me cry, by telling me if she wanted to speak to anyone about motivation, she would come to me!
Blimey!

So, after an hour of mostly arsing around in the pool, with a bit of aqua jogging thrown in, a nice massage and a cup of tea..i am feeling slightly less mad..and more looking forward to the marathon. Even if only because i was to get into my ironman training properly. Cue more madness. Lots of it. And IM madness is much much worse :-)

Political Volcanic Ash

Ok. I am not a great one for politics. As far as i can see, they all give with one hand, take away with the other and at the end of it all, it just comes down to who has the ability to take the insults the best. Anyway, this morning a Tory politician is being interviewed on the beeb, about the decision to reopen airspace and allow flights to take off and land again. There she was, laying into the government, about how they acted in haste, shutting down airspace, based on evidence which was now proven to be wrong. Now, excuse me if i appear to come across as a labour supporter here, which is not the case, but if a plane had flown, into the ash cloud, and crashed, the government would have been lynched for not grounding everything. So, they ground everything, based on the best available advice, and now they are being accused of jumping the gun and over reacting. Well, you are damned if you do, and you are damned if you dont.
Rant over.

Am reading a Mark Billingham book at the moment. Called Blood Line. havent read much, but is quite good.

Cat f***ed off...

Magic hands lady stroked my poorly legs this evening. Oooooh It felt good. And supper was a hit. Herby crusted Chicken with roasted veg. Even the little sparklers ate AND enjoyed it. Now if they would go to bed!!!! Sadly, we are reduced, again to a shouting match, followed by uncontrollable tantrums. What do you do with an 8 year old boy who has issues.....mostly issues that mean his parents want to scream and shout and throw uncontrollable tantrums!

Today was mostly brought to you, by several cups of tea,accompanied by the Ironman 2 soundtrack. :-)

Day one. Rang Bell

Went to the bookshop at lunchtime, and asked them if they had a big book of names......where i could look up my current author du jour, and find others i might like. They didn't. So i thought i would do my own. This is my attempt to do just that. And i might put some other stuff here too. Like music i like. Or films. Or blogs. Or just stuff.

My favourite food right now is bagels. Caremelised onion ones. With cream cheese and smoked trout. Yummy. Try it. You might like it.