Today I ran 6km.
Ok, not true.
Today I propelled myself for a distance of 6km, using only leg power. Mainly power walking but quite a lot of running.
I loved it! There is a path out of Norton which circumnavigates Letchworth for 18km. I did a big loop, and arrived home a little tired but really chilled.
OK, not true.
Really chilled psychologically - rather sweaty physiologically.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Today I ran 6km.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Its 7.45. I am on the train after a long day at work.
My headache from yesterday and this morning has faded but is still lurking away in the background... I just want to unwind with my book.
I don't even want to put on my iPod.
So why should I put up with shreaking children. Families coming home from relaxing and fun days out in London. Yelling. Whining. All at volume. ITS OUR TRAIN - THE COMMUTERS.
In my set of four seats (all occupied by suitably calm business-folk) is a bubble of silence, which cannot be enjoyed owing to the volume and frenzy of the racket all around us.
So I have no choice but to put on my iPod so loudly that I probably disturbed my business-like and nicely silent neighbour. So loud it hurt my ears, and yet I could still hear the children.
And slowly got more and more wound up as we headed towards Letchworth.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
In true "How do we solve a problem like maria" style (which is currently one of my favourite things).... these are a few MORE of my favourite things:
Pride and prejudice - the book
Pride and prejudice - the BBC adaptation
My brown knee high boots
Chanel rouge noir nail varnish
My corsa - The Bug
Pepperoni passion Dominoes pizza
The Great Smile Robbery - by Roger McGough
The list could go on. And you see with a list that long, its hard to not be happy.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
One day I will live in a little sea front cottage.
I will have one of those kitchens that is brimming wth stuff but all of its essential, like paintings done by my children before they were capable of painting. My cupboards will be filled with wholesome yet scrummy foods.
Tea time will be 6pm.
I won't be able to walk to the shops (butchers, bakers of course, no Tescos in this dream) without meeting at least 3 people to stop and chat to.
I will wear big chunky African bead necklaces.
And I will reminisce about my wild days in London
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
This weekend an inordinate amount of photos of me looking silly/downright stupid have been taken.
As they were taken by a range of family members (you know who you are!) and family members have no discretion, I am waiting for them to appear in random places.
Hey, if they email them to me I may even share one or two with you! :-)
Update: 9th Aug...
OK, I am not uploading the silly ones. Far too unattractive. But here is the motley crew...
Friday, August 04, 2006
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
6.01pm - I sprint past slow people, girls wearing the wrong shoes, and men laden down with dry cleaning, through Kings Cross underground, in and out of families (on the tube at 6pm?? Silly folk) and up the stairs.
6.03pm - Across the concourse, staring at the departures board. I skid to a halt. The 6.15 has no platform. Its not here yet. Which would explain the 43,000 people littering the concourse. All of them trying to strategically place themselves at a 90 degree angle to the board, as close to platforms 1-8 as possible.
6.05pm - It must come into one of these platforms, and it will show soon. I choose my own vantage point, get on the starting blocks and wait. Eyes fixed on the departure board...
6.07pm - .... waiting for a platform
6.08pm - PLATFORM 2!! Run!!!! Well walk slowly, glued to the back of the people in front. Damn, wrong choice of location. I backed platforms 5-8. Should have been the other side of the board for 2...
6.10pm - Ha! platform 2 is in sight. And no train. Excellent. The next gamble, do ridiculously-fast-walking-so-hips-wiggle down the platform with a nonchalent "I'm not running" look, desperately overtaking people to find an unpopulated bit of platform... or... double bluff, thinking everyone else is doing that, and plop myself by the second door.
I go for the second, cleverer option.
6.11pm - The train is here, but the doors won't open. I am behind a heaving blob of people trying to get as near to the door as possible. I decide that I didn't leave work early to get even more stressed in a train seat competition. I loiter at the back of the queue
6.12pm - Doors open. Everyone on. Except the woman I am stuck behind, who appears to be incapable of movement. MOVE WOMAN!!!
I am on. No seats. No!! No!! There is one!! YES!!! Its mine!!!!
6.15pm - Train leaves Kings Cross. First stop Letchworth. Ha.
Welcome to the 3rd busiest train in the country. Remind me not to get the 1st or 2nd.