Lots of little things keeping me busy and tacking a much better end onto a heart-rupturing week. In no particular order:
Mummy Day
Awww, it is only 7am and already I have had a lovely day. Little boo presented me with three gifts. There was a swirly serving plate for small things like olives, a rather stunning garden gnome (why have I never had one before?) and most touching was the big hunk off the bottom of a chocolate rabbit, sellotaped to an “I love you” note, carefully saved from a most prized Easter treat. All that remains is to name my new bright red garden friend. I cooked myself a yummy Mother’s Day breakfast too with bacon, scrambled eggs and some fried onion and tomatoes… heavenly.
Topless Biker Chick
I am just gunna damn well go and buy a new bike. I have ummed and ahhed for the last week about it and to cut a long story short I am getting an about-town bike so I can tootle around with the girls without having to use my road bike which makes me look like a dork. Also I can use it to bike to work… yeah I know… like that will ever happen. So no mountain bike until I aquire that winning lottery ticket and no upgrade to my faithful ol’ triathlon bike. I hereby reserve the right to change my mind at the last minute and buy something shiny and red and completely inappropriate. I am also in need of some form of cycling top as I only have two and both are really heinous on me… for so many reasons.
Life in the Fat Lane
I just ordered a diet book. This is a very very bad sign. I don’t believe in diets. But I also can’t believe the size of my arse. Anyway we are not going to talk about dieting as I am just about able to convince myself this is a training thing and nothing to do with how I look. It is a complete coincidence that I ordered the book directly after using my new bike shorts for the first time.
Performance Athlete
I have started training again… no really… I have. I did a geriatrically-paced 30 minute run trying to keep my heart rate in that whole fat-burning zone without resorting to a walk and then cycled for a wee bit. I even rolled around on my swiss ball beforehand to loosen up (well ok, maybe to procratinate - just a little).
Rag to a Bull
The South Africans in my life are not bringing me great joy of late. So I apologise to the whole of the Canturbury region, and New Zealand itself, for jinxing the Crusaders/Bulls Super 14 match that I watched at 3am this morning. I know you guys gave it your best shot but my internal experiences must be externalised and this is just how they happened to make an appearance.
<yawn> so I am a very sleepy girl today with a garden fesitval to attend, a bike to buy, a promised ride in the park to organise, a mother’s day lunch to enjoy, 23 litres of wine to make, a bus to meet and a life to recharge and renew. My lovely Mummy bought me a sorry-for-your-pain bottle of her favourite red wine which is very exciting and will be saved for a quiet sort-my-shit-out weekend. So, I need to find time for one of those too…