Tuesday was quite the day. Keep getting myself into a state when other people are full of ish, incompetent, lazy, rude or just plain pathetic.
Note to self: Stop being a pushover and grow a backbone.
Needed to hit gym and release a helluva lot of frustration. GB didn’t make it as she has the flu (luckily not Swine Flu). I was flagged down when entering the gym by two of the personal trainers that are part of our triathlon team.
Yes. I’ve managed to convince myself and about 20 other insane persons that we can do the BSG Triathlon Series towards the end of the year. That’s a 600m swim, 5km run and 20 km cycle. I can swim to save my life but that’s about the extent of it. Truth is I came up with this idea on the road back to Jozi after Midmar. And No, of course I didn’t swim Midmar. Kat and Ket did, the little fishies they are.
I really wanted a goal to keep me focussed on having the über bod for Summer and keep going to gym throughout the bleak Joburg winter. Turns out the more I spoke about it the more other people were keen to do the same. So Saturday, we start training. What the fack have I gotten myself into?
I’m really disturbed by current the lack of talent (as in eye-candy) at the gym. I mean a girl needs something to ogle once in a while, while she’s sweating like a blind lesbian in a fish factory (siff I know but great simile nonetheless). Guess I’ll have to wait til about August when all the lazy ones are hell-bent on looking slightly decent for the summer.
Was well proud of my performance at gym. Much better than being one of ‘those girls’ like I was on Monday. Sprinted laps with an alternate walks, cycled 5kms, stretched for a good 45 minutes and then did Simon’s Class. And by-George did Simon make us schwetz.
I persuaded AK to join me as her BF, GM, was only going be there later and I’ve been telling her about the class for weeks now. I really think she was regretting it after the first 5 minutes. It was great, got all happy off those wonderful endorphins.
Post High-Lo class I took about 10 minutes to get my parking ticket out my pocket for validation and then battled to get my keys out of my gym towel so I could let myself out for a further 5. Just as she offered to use her tag to let me out I found my keys. Eureka! I then told her how, the previous day, I had tried to throw my empty RB in the dustbin and in flew my iPod with it. Are you f*cking kidding me? Thank goodness there was nothing of significance that could taint my prized pod and I was able to fish the bloody thing out within 10 seconds of it falling in. AK officially thinks I’m mad.
Got home. Ate. Pulled out the books to get cracking on the studying. Ecos next Tuesday. Balls.
Wednesday I woke up in the foulest of moods for no particular reason. Got to the office GMo was irritating the kak out of me singing some song. It’s 7am for Pete’s sake duuuuude. Give a person a chance to wake up before killing her ears and pissing her off with your attempt at singing. Urgh. The Machine (my boss who has an uncanny resemblance to Johnny Bravo, guns and all boet) and I then conversed about the plan of action for the rest of the week and what we need to get done before Friday.
I then got a call from my Sis, she’s only been back at work since Monday, after having M-Rob in Feb, and is already sick. We conclude that work makes everyone sick. Dinner for Dinks' bday at their place on Friday, awesome. More yummy food. Tick.
Take a look at my exam timetable to check what time I write on Tuesday. You effing EEEEEEEDJIT! I don't write Ecos on Tuesday...I write frikken Gen Man. OMFG! Ready to off myself. Everyone in the the office has a good lag at my expense, commiserate with me, and then tell me that rather late than never.
I go home to take a chill pre-gym and decide I'd rather stay home and eat the Chicken Korma the Maj just made. Fajer disappears to Sis and Dinks to watch the United game, Majer has Wednesday night coffee and/or drinks with the ladies. I was meant to go to a movie with Kat and Ket but we decide that we'd rather be safely inside than out in the rain. Get out the books and start studying Gen Man. What a ball ache.
I took a break to watch the Mentalist and drown my pre-exam troubles in a tub Chocolate Brownie Ice-cream. I'm pretty disappointed that I didn't finish the entire 1l tub but I rate I polished off at least 600mls.
For those of you that are Jozi-based you'll know what I'm talking about when I say the storm this morning was hella hectic and frightening. Had to give Dakota (my white alsation) rescue remedy tabs to calm him the hell down so that he would let me out the house and not run down the road and get himself killed. Started off with 2 tablets carefully diguised in a cocktail vienna which, after about 45 minutes hadn't taken effect. Resorted to giving him another 4 and by the time the rain had subsided you'd swear he'd smoked it up.
I woke up in a relatively good mood and due to the storm and Dakota's anxiety attack I could stay in my warm bed (albeit, for half of the time, fully dressed) a while longer.
Tonight I plan to gym off the tub of Choc Brownie Ice-Cream I ate last night and the 4 blocks of Lindt Petit Desserts Dark Mousse I just scoffed. And its 90210 night again but will have to leave the Desperados for the repeat on Sunday avy. Gen Man beckons.
Hails x
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