My ankle feels good. I may try to run tomorrow. Any takers on ten minutes?
I also have an exam tomorrow. I don't feel at all confident, even though I did well enough in the practice exam today. All I need is 50%, and I'm never going to know my score, only whether I pass or fail. I keep thinking I should have put more study in, but when I look through the manual it all looks familiar.
I feel hung over, tired and heavy after last night. I'm sure I would feel better right now if I'd been able to go for a run or do an RPM class today. I went for a gorgeous long walk around Vogeltown this afternoon in the sun, but it just wasn't the same. And lunch tomorrow means running the gauntlet of the Duxton kitchen again. Don't even get me started on the fiasco that was the Chapman Tripp awards ceremony dinner last night. Let's just say that a few steamed vegetables, some mashed potato and some fried rice with a few corn kernels, does not a vegetarian meal make.
Which isn't to say that we didn't have fun, because obviously we did. But the food was appalling.
Right. Off to see if anyone else has played their turn in Scrabulous!
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There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be. - George Sheehan
About Me
- Pip
- Wellington, New Zealand
- I'm a runner and a mum to far too many cats and two spoiled greyhounds. I am of late a very occasional writer. I live in Wellington in a ramshackle villa on the side of a hill. During office hours I do the public servant middle management thing and formulate my ten year plan to move to Central Otago to run the family vineyard.
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