Yesterday my iPod Touch (received on 25 December 2007) bit the dust in horrible fashion by running flat in less than an hour and failing to keep any sort of charge after that. So this morning it went on a little trip to the iPod hospital where it shall (I hope), receive some TLC and come back to me well rested and willing to work the hours that I demand of it.
About a month ago, I put myself on a waiting list for a Wii Fit. This morning I received the call. Its there. It awaits pick-up - anytime at my convenience, but before 5:30pm this afternoon. My working hours are from 9:00-5:30.... what a problem. Whether I'll still get it, is the question, but my curiosity about the phenomenon that has sparked a tour around Britain might get the better of me and I'll have to fight my way out and fetch it.
July 2008 Archives
Tonight I went for my first run in ages. And it was hot ... we sweated ... and suffered ... and loved it. Peg-leg came along and attempted to make me run faster than the pace that I set out to run, but thankfully that ended soon enough and we cruised our way back home.
Recently my office decided that one of the social events of the year will be to take part in a charity 10K at one of the old estates in the country - we're off to Wentworth castle on the 21st of September and I need to make sure that I can at least finish the distance :) A fair few people signed up for the event ... should be a ton of fun :)
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Another one to follow later....
Running on a treadmill ... because you missed your spinning class start time by 5 minutes.... oh well.
So, you might remember me bemoaning the fate of my big toe's nail and how sorry I was feeling for myself. Oh, don't worry, I still feel sorry for myself... now its just because it is VERY uncomfortable running with that thing.
It wept with me as I was running and afterwards... my toe was STUCK to my shoe. On the INSIDE. Now imagine me pulling my foot from my shoe and finding that this is no good.
At least it looks better than it did previously, but I'd still like for my foot to just give it up and lose the nail already. There is no way I'm going to ask some quack somewhere to pull this one off me.
Peg-leg just laughs at me :)
So, the treadmill run. It was great. It was relaxing. And there was a teen next to me who thought that running at 10 mph was a great accomplishment. For all 2 minutes that he managed to do it before heading off to the weights again (not exactly sure whether he might've been doing a circuit type thing, but he didn't come back again in the whole time I was there, so I guess that'll be a mystery for the rest of the week), huffing and puffing and looking rather uncomfortable in general.
Maybe I'll be on time for my spinning class tomorrow and save myself having to run on the treadmill because I made the effort to drive out to the gym in the first place. That should be a whole other ton of fun :)
This morning at 5h30 Peg-leg phoned me from Frankfurt to remind me that this morning was garbage collection and ask me to put out the bin. By the time he had remembered last night it was far too late and I was already in my pjs and there was no way I was heading out the door, around the houses to the back of ours to get a bin and push it to the front of the house, so I only had myself to blame for having to get up so early.
So, I push this bin with about 4 weeks worth of garbage out and as I'm pushing, I think "this'd be a good morning to go for a run" Well. I should maybe just not have thought that. It jinxed me.
I got to the front of the house, positioned the bin and let it drop ... with my right big toe neatly in place for the back of the bin to grab hold of that toenail and flip it up in the air... while my toe stayed stationary.
With tears streaming out my eyes and blood streaming out my toe I wobbled my way back to the house before whimpering until I got to the plasters, wrapped my toe in one, hobbled up the stairs to the bedroom, grabbed a pillow and screamed like a pig being slaughtered (the neighbours at this point probably wondered whether I was being killed, but thankfully they did the British thing and didn't butt in) .
Then I phoned Peg-Leg for a bit of sympathy before texting my whole family to let them know that I was in the process of dying.
So, now the question is, with a foot that I can't step on because a certain toe punishes me each and every time that I dare to, how am I going to do that 5 miles this afternoon?
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