it's 10.30 fricking am and I'm supposed to meet my project coordinator at 11am. Woot!
I'm aching all over. But as the lactic acid spreads through the muscles I feel a deep sense of (masochistic?) pride that I pushed myself hard during gym yesterday. I looked myself in the mirror yesterday and saw how much I've shrunk; it's no wonder everybody keeps exclaiming how much weight I've lost. But along with the weight I've lost I've also lost my strength - I can barely pull down the tricep curl bar. ): More work for me!
the Boyfriend and I decided to take a run, but after so long of not exercising we chose the wrong route, nearly tripped and bashed our teeth on the cracked and uneven concrete, plus there was a thousand mosquitoes baying for our blood. So we U-turned and went back to where we started, embarrassingly. But surprisingly, after the body's warmed up it was pretty nice running - which is a sport I hate with a vengence. I think the cold weather was a plus too..never felt so good running..even if it was like for 5 minutes. *sighs*
I also have a balaku (read: bump) the size of a lychee on my forehead. I got it for a hilarious reason I would prefer not to divulge because it simply is too embarrassing.
And look at this!
Little under-11s training for rugby! Look at that one at the back, he looks like a ninja turtle! SO CUTE RIGHT!
Cirque du Soleil (Circus of the Sun - I love it when I can read and translate french) is coming into town. So is Stomp. Arrgghhhh. It's amazing that during these 19 years of my life I have never watched a proper play, musical or even a circus troupe. Le sigghh.