I am an evil genius. I've tricked myself into starting a blog post by turning it from "something I should be doing" to harmless procrastination. I'm sitting on an unmade bed, awash in a sea of clothes that need to be hung up and a bunch of forms that I really should fill in to renew my passport. Am so smart!
I can already hear my mum telling me that this isn't something I should be celebrating. Good job she doesn't know that I've not cleaned the bathroom properly for a fortnight either.
Oops.
Now I'm here, I don't have a clue what I'm going to talk about, so I think I'll just waffle at you about stuff I've done until I figure out what sort of life admin I can ignore next that'll make cleaning the house seem like a fun distraction. In the meantime, if you have any bright ideas, please feel free to throw them my way. 'Kay? 'Kay.
The Rowathon
I can't believe this was a full week ago. Still getting a major hit of the warm fuzzies whenever I think about it. Last week, an incredible lady at my gym, together the the coaches that run the place organised a 24 hour event where 12 rowing machines were to be more or less constantly on the go. She wanted to raise money (and still does - I'll pop the link below) for two other incredible ladies in her life who both have families and are both working to kick the shit out of cancer for the second time in their lives:
Some brave souls (translate: fucking nutters) did the thing for 12 hours, or even the whole 24, only occasionally hopping (and later flopping) off the rowers for a quick bite of cake and a banana. I appeared for 7 hours in total in 3 shifts over the course of the event to have a crack and LOVED it. Even at 4am, Outcast Strength & Fitness was heaving with rowers. Music was blaring long after all the local nightclubs kicked out their last punters. A couple of the gym's members even turned up in their glad rags with cans of Carling after a party and did the best "ha ha fuck it!" style of rowing I've ever seen. The atmosphere was incredible. Dozens of people all through the course of the days and night coming in to do this crazy thing. Just..ugh. Feelings.
I can already hear my mum telling me that this isn't something I should be celebrating. Good job she doesn't know that I've not cleaned the bathroom properly for a fortnight either.
Oops.
Now I'm here, I don't have a clue what I'm going to talk about, so I think I'll just waffle at you about stuff I've done until I figure out what sort of life admin I can ignore next that'll make cleaning the house seem like a fun distraction. In the meantime, if you have any bright ideas, please feel free to throw them my way. 'Kay? 'Kay.
The Rowathon
I can't believe this was a full week ago. Still getting a major hit of the warm fuzzies whenever I think about it. Last week, an incredible lady at my gym, together the the coaches that run the place organised a 24 hour event where 12 rowing machines were to be more or less constantly on the go. She wanted to raise money (and still does - I'll pop the link below) for two other incredible ladies in her life who both have families and are both working to kick the shit out of cancer for the second time in their lives:
Some brave souls (translate: fucking nutters) did the thing for 12 hours, or even the whole 24, only occasionally hopping (and later flopping) off the rowers for a quick bite of cake and a banana. I appeared for 7 hours in total in 3 shifts over the course of the event to have a crack and LOVED it. Even at 4am, Outcast Strength & Fitness was heaving with rowers. Music was blaring long after all the local nightclubs kicked out their last punters. A couple of the gym's members even turned up in their glad rags with cans of Carling after a party and did the best "ha ha fuck it!" style of rowing I've ever seen. The atmosphere was incredible. Dozens of people all through the course of the days and night coming in to do this crazy thing. Just..ugh. Feelings.
The face of a person who obviously doesn't fully comprehend what a ridiculous thing this is to be doing at 3am.
Zombies! Run! Spring virtual race
Gah, I love this game!! Got to a point where a run doesn't feel like a run if I don't sort of feel like I might have have my brains eaten at any given moment. The app that I'm nothing short of obsessed with released its second ever virtual race this month, where you follow a story on your phone and compete with people all over the globe to get a decent place on an online leader board. Pushed myself to the point of "ooh, might do a little sick!" and machete'd (this is a zombie apocalypse after all) 4 whole minutes off my personal best. Holy balls! Didn't even do the little sick I'd fully expect to do. Also got a very cool t shirt (will show you when I'm feeling less lazy) and medal for my efforts. Winner.
And I've seen that Wil Wheaton is also into Zombies! Run! and that he also has the virtual race medal and t-shirt, and he's been on the Big Bang Theory, so my compulsion to play it must be cool, yes?
Shut up, the answer is yes...Double winner.
I've run out of "stuff what happened that I can report" now. Unless you want to hear about the cool £2 coin I found the other day, or when my dog patted me on the head earlier until I patted him back (ow, my cold, dead heart!), then that's about it!
Got a 10k (yet another 2016 event where I have done little to no race specific training in the run up. Huzzah! Also heh, "run up"...the irony) race to get did tomorrow at the National Botanical Gardens in Carmarthenshire. Expecting lots of hills, funky plants and some sort of cake in the cafe at the end. All in all a good day for the taking. Cake is an excellent full stop on any kind of thing. Or question mark. Or explanation point, depending on how the thing goes.
I'm off to find the next thing that I can wedge in between me and adult responsibilities now. Did you get any suggestions together like I asked? Come on, come on!
