Okay, if the first few days of January are any indication of how the year will go, 2012 will consist of 1) epic hangovers, 2) glorious runs in beautful cityscapes, 3) colds. Seriously, body, again? It's as if one bug got in and threw a party and then everyone brought their little friends and then it was posted on facebook.
Sooo after the knee thing and the being sick thing and the travel thing and everything I was finally back on a reasonable exercise schedule, got over the inner weichei and ran this morning in 1°C weather which is 1K less than Sunday, and now I have a cold.
So I bought a litre of multivitamin juice and a package of Dominosteine and now I'm back on the sofa.
It is a nice day. This morning it was "cook like they do in the movies" time, so I let V for Vendetta inspire me and made egg in a basket. Only there was too much egg for the tiny little circle I made in the tiny little slice of toast, so on one side it looked vaguely like in the movie and on the other side it looked like the underside of a square fried egg.
But apart from these minor details it was a success. French toast next Sunday morning (apparently there is a never-ending supply of toast-and-egg recipes out there).
I also went to yoga class, cleaned all the things and I mean all the things (or how often do you stand over a bathtub soaping & rinsing off your yoga mat*?), did two loads of laundry, vacuumed everywhere including the sofa, mopped everywhere, and then made coffee (because sitting in your sun-flooded, sparkling clean apartment with a nice cup of coffee listening to nice music on a Sunday with no pressing matters is the shit, u guys.
And now I will cook sth. using all of the fresh vegetables I bought yesterday (I always have very good intentions when buying groceries).
*if you say "after every use, you slob", I will pretend this conversation never happened.
Today, while attempting to carry out the trash, I finally figured out that my hallway is too damn small by getting my finger caught between two open doors. I My reaction was to say "fuck" a lot (and, um, greet my neighbour inbetween), carry out the trash cos no-one wants a blue finger and all the trash lying around. I then thought to myself "I should probably ice this or sth." and dug out a bag of frozen peas (realising I hadn't even looked inside the freezing compartment all summer because, hey, fresh produce) and held on to it for a bit.
So I now have a blue-ish and somewhat swollen middle finger, a twinging shoulder from yoga amd a twinging elbow from all the strength training I did in place of running that I can't do right now because of the mysterious persisting knee ache*. What the hell, body.
*which is getting better, meaning I can walk for more than a km without hobbling and may even attempt a 5K run or something this week. And there's a half marathon fast approaching, aw damn.
I smashed my PRs this morning! 26:46 for a 5K and 55:42 for a 10K! Go forth and laugh. I have been informed that a sub 55 minute 10 K is necessary for a sub 2 hour half marathon. Now have to go find something to blame those extra 42 seconds on. Can't blame the traffic lights, found out that at this accelerated tempo all traffic lights on my way turn green. Wait, I know! I was too fast on the first 5K. I practically had to slow down. Yes. *nods*
And all this before breakfast!
Have finally managed to register at the local library today. Fee will remind me to read moar books. Unfortunately got there just before closing time, so I actually have to go back there to look at the books. It's a clever plan.
Came home, made lentil curry. Ate lentil curry (and lots of cookies). Did the dishes. Did laundry. Too much work after 8 pm! Am going to have a glass of wine now and ignore the rest of the mess (right now on my table: a glass of water, sunglasses, gloves, a package of vitamin C powder, the recharger for the Garmin, a pack of chewing gum, the Garmin, a lot of butterfly stickers, a sketch block, another sketch block, a few candles, a stack of papers for me to sort through, two books and my laptop. It is not a big table).
I don't read much anymore, but when I read, I read 1400 pages of ultraviolent YA lit so I can complain about it *headdesk*
The series in question is The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins. According to the cover blurbs, Stephen King couldn't stop reading. And Stephenie Meyer thinks it's amazing. Well, tough shit, Stephen, Stephenie, latin_doll thinks it sucks!
Setting: I have the feeling Collins has read both Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood/ Oryx and Crake and Stephen King's The Running Man.
And also, happy birthday to you, naru_06! I hope you are having a very happy day :D (Your birthdays usually result in birthday fic of some sort, but that also usually takes a while, but I'll think of something)