Do you know what happens if you run a marathon in August then don’t run a step for three months and then try and run one hundred metres?
You fucking die. That’s what happens.
Finding that out made me as depressed as the last time I ordered a slice of NY cheesecake and got a piece of some shitty, gelatine-set monstrosity (approximately three weeks ago at a waterfront pub in East Perth that shall remain nameless.)
I farewelled the last of my Japanese clients for the year on Thursday and so I’m a free woman (free from the bane of having to be sociable, that is) until the middle of January! Yay for me!
Unfortunately my joy was short-lived because I came down with a heavy attack of the monthly plague on Friday and so M and I won’t be able to attend the last play party of the year tonight where I was supposed to get another spectacularly bruised botty.
I’ve been on a 10,000 steps a day kick for a couple of weeks now so I’m wearing my fitbit again and I’m slowly making my way through the C25k programme again. That programme is always my fall-back when I need some type of scheduled exercise so I religiously keep it on my podcast play list.
I’d like to wear my marathon finisher t-shirt every now and then on my walk/jogs, but somehow I think being overtaken by another person walking faster than I am running while wearing said t-shirt could be a bit humiliating.
I’ve been a bit ranty at M lately -mostly about housework and spending money (the usual suspects). I get that way sometimes when I don’t have anything to amuse/distract myself with and particularly now that my story baby has been born and I’ve completed Rise of the Tomb Raider (100% completion thank you very much!) I spend a lot of time just work->home->sleep->repeating and I get very ranty. I’ll probably need to get myself a big-ass Lego kit before the Xmas holidays or it could be a very testing time for the both of us.
M has been talking to his brother a bit recently because his brother has had a fall out with his partner of over 20 years and it looks like they might be splitting up. I’ve found it interesting listening to his relationship advice to his brother. It certainly sounds like he understands well how not to be a dick in a relationship judging by what he is saying, but I wonder whether he thinks he is that ‘model partner’ that he is describing to his brother.
M’s father was a bit messed up and I understand very well the legacy of having a messed up father, but if you can eloquently describe how to be emotionally aware and have a mutually respectful relationship, you should be able to put most of that into practise, shouldn’t you?
I know I’m not a pretty emotional picture either, but other than getting ranty about things I really shouldn’t have to get ranty about, I’m fairly chill and easy to live with (and that description comes from the man himself!) Anyway, I should stop ranting before this turns into nothing but a rant-fest.
So, I’m thinking about my next writing project now and have had some thoughts about something Japan-orientated and possibly anecdotal. How does that sound?
And don’t forget if you’re looking for some holiday smut reading, my erotic bdsm mystery with Master-Mistress themes that will also scratch your interrogation-porn itch (you don’t want to know how long I had to think about what literary category Desiderata fits in) is downloadable on the Amazon store here.