S-L-O-W-P-O-K-E

Remember, once upon a time you were so terrible, so uncoordinated, so unfit, so slow that nobody in school ever picked you to be on their team when playing cops and robbers or to be on their team when doing sports?

No?
Well, it must be just me then.

The thing is... I am just not built for exercise. I am not built for physical activity.
I am weak, I am uncoordinated, I am short, I am slow, I have a very tiny speck of a competitive streak (it does exist, but only just) -AND- I don't like to sweat.

So back in the day, I was always last to be chosen for any type of running game, I was always one of the last to arrive back in line when the teachers made the children run around the school as part of our daily exercise. I was always the first to be tagged when playing chasey in the school yard. I was slow - fully-stop.

For a number of years now, I do enjoy some irregular jogging around the neighbourhood whenever I feel the fatties succumbing my mind, and I enjoy jogging - on my own.

But now that I have to run with other people, and other people can run faster, and further and longer than I can, I find that I don't enjoy running so much anymore.
I find that I don't like being last, I don't like being bottom of the ladder. I don't like not being able to do something that I know I can and should do well.

My mind says I can do it, but my body tells a different story.
Why are they not in sync?
Why?

Mystery bruises or sympathy bruising?

Well - as promised a number of weeks ago - here is one of them weird mystery bruises I seem to be getting on my legs and I just don't know where they're coming from!



This particular one happened a few weeks ago, looks impressive doesn't it? :)

Except, it wasn't nearly as impressive as the massive one my sister copped from paintballing.... the weird thing is I found my bruise after the Sis received hers, so she reckons it must be a sympathy bruise. Yeah, but no. I don't like being sympathic this way.

I should probably begin documenting these weird bruises on my leg.

Madam Boots is a slack arse

HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO there!

Holy crap it's been awhile.... the problem is not that I have little to blog about, the problem is that I have little time to blog. I'm not really sure where the time goes these days. I have banked up so much in my teensy little brain ready to write about however, it just seems all so difficult now. There is too much!

I did say I was gonna tell you about the mystery bruises I keep finding on my legs, and not those silly little inconspicuous ones, I'm talking a decent size, you know, paint ball sized bruises. I could show you a pic... but it's so much hassle and I cannot be bothered at this time of night.

I should tell you about the time I went to Sydney and met Manu and ate at Adriano Zumbo's and in due fashion, lost my voice for a week and thus could not fully brag about my exploits.

I could tell you about the fitness course I have joined which hopefully will prep me for a bikini-perfect body for Summer :D But at the moment, all it is doing is killing me slowly......

I could tell you all the funny things I have learned from people in my every day exploits.... but, alas - when so much has happened, I find my interest in blogging has wained.

I will try and try and try my best to update this more often. Weekly perhaps? but I dunno if I can keep that promise.... but I will try and try and try!

Weekly!