Disclaimer: Am not a massive fan of the Harry Potter franchise. I just needed a villain at short notice, and I assume Voldemort is grumpy because he doesn't really have a nose. Please don't tell me off if he is one of the cheerier baddies like the Joker.
I decided to be a good little ninja and run to my Run Like a Ninja course, but instead, I punched four miles through weather conditions best described as "fuck no!" Also, very nearly got shat on by three birds that decided to drop their guts from above in oddly impressive synchronicity next to me. My hamstrings were stiff, I had a face like thunder and my brain felt like it had the consistency of chewed-up pudding.
After some sage advice from someone who recognised that I was suffering from a severe case of Thunder Chops that a few good miles is much better than loads of horrible, struggly ones, I bravely went home and filled my face with snacks instead of facing the extra eight miles I had left to make up the twelve that my training plan required. Feeling much more human as a result, and am able to look back at the week I had and notice that pretty much every decision I made was the decision of dipshit. This is what my week looked like:
Mon CrossFit. Should have been a rest day.
Tues Rest day. Should have been 4 miles, but my legs were screaming profanities at me because of previous night's activities (squats, sprinting etc)
Weds Rest day
Thurs 3 miles
Fri 4 miles
Sat More squat-heavy CrossFit, because Monday's error in judgement taught me sweet F.A
Sun 4 bitter, rage-fueled miles followed by Run Like a Ninja, snacks and self pity
Not a pretty week! On top of merrily flicking the Vs at my training plan, I also ate lots of nutritionally void blocks of food-shaped sugar, and didn't give myself the extra sleep needed for recovery. D'oh.
Lessons learned:
- Training plans are for FOLLOWING, not eating biscuits over.
- You can have your cake and eat it, but you can do bugger all else afterwards.
- For the love of God woman, sleep!!
Yesterday evening made up for the daytime anyhow. Especially after the hour long coma I let myself fall into the moment I set foot back inside my house. Woke up in bed in my bra and pants with no clue how I'd got myself there. It was marvelous!
Went to see the beautiful super brain that is Dylan Moran in the night; The comedy figure that taught me as a teenager that you can intensely fancy someone based solely on the way that they speak.
Apart from the fact that I was seated near someone whose body odour reminded me of Quavers and feet (pisses me off that you can ask someone to be quiet in a crowded environment like that, but not to stop attacking your olfactory receptors. "Please stop smelling like bins, I'm trying to enjoy myself!"), I had a brilliant night. The show flew by, and I left the building looking like that Emoji with the tears running down its face. His climactic joke was his own homage to 50 Shades of Grey in which a man with a cleft palate and a duffel coat is sexually accosted by a mad lady hiding in his bathroom. Steamy stuff.
I thought that today's list-y thing would tie in nicely with the kind of day I had/the type of comedy I got to watch. *Clears throat*
2. People who ask questions and then don't listen to the answer/talk over it. Hypocritical one, because I'm guilty of this.
3. 5 pence pieces. They are too small and silly to be respected as currency.
4. My total inability to read and listen to music at the same time. It looks so relaxing when they do it on the telly!
5. Noises I can't control e.g my keys clanking in my pocket, or my bra doing that horrible, squeaky thing.
6. Bad grammar/spelling. But I love these videos!
Apart from the fact that I was seated near someone whose body odour reminded me of Quavers and feet (pisses me off that you can ask someone to be quiet in a crowded environment like that, but not to stop attacking your olfactory receptors. "Please stop smelling like bins, I'm trying to enjoy myself!"), I had a brilliant night. The show flew by, and I left the building looking like that Emoji with the tears running down its face. His climactic joke was his own homage to 50 Shades of Grey in which a man with a cleft palate and a duffel coat is sexually accosted by a mad lady hiding in his bathroom. Steamy stuff.
I thought that today's list-y thing would tie in nicely with the kind of day I had/the type of comedy I got to watch. *Clears throat*
10 Little Things that Piss Me Off More Than They Probably Should
1. People who smell badly for no good (medical or otherwise) reason other than they don't wash. As a creepy sniffer of things with quite a sensitive, pointy nose, I hate nothing more than having my senses invaded by eggy/Quavery/Dead animal-y smelling individuals.
2. People who ask questions and then don't listen to the answer/talk over it. Hypocritical one, because I'm guilty of this.
3. 5 pence pieces. They are too small and silly to be respected as currency.
4. My total inability to read and listen to music at the same time. It looks so relaxing when they do it on the telly!
5. Noises I can't control e.g my keys clanking in my pocket, or my bra doing that horrible, squeaky thing.
6. Bad grammar/spelling. But I love these videos!
Jacksfilms - Your Grammar Sucks
7. Facebook/Twitter/My iPhone and how I need to be constantly looking at all of the above.
8. My own innate laziness that I have to do battle with every day to not turn into an unproductive human potato. Every day I walk a fine line between functioning person out in real world and person shaped pile of mash on sofa. Mmm. Mash.
9. The back of other people's heads. I don't think I've ever had a clear view of an entire gig before. I know that the vast majority of adult humans can't help by be taller than my 5ft 2 or 3 (pretty sure am shrinking too), but I'm sure I will one day set someone's hair on fire with the intensity of my glare.
10. Having to travel home from anywhere. In this day and age, why haven't we invented teleportation yet?
I'll leave you with those heart warming thoughts as I go sit in a rain streaked window and glare into a cup of tea. If I failed to spread good cheer, you can watch the following video by the ture master of all things grump about how you should give your potential a wide berth. Happy Monday!
Dylan Moran on potential from his brilliant DVD Monster
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