I'm Getting Pretty Crap At This

"This" here having multiple meanings. As you've probably read (or you just know, either because I share a bed, or house, or class with you), my "life" in terms of assignments, attendance, and general knowing-what-the-hell-is-going-on is not exactly panning out in accordance with my high hopes for 2010.

I've also recently become aware of opportunities in my "former" life (better known to most of y'all as triathlon) - buuuut, of course, since I ended 2009 with no views to continue in the sport, it's going to be something of an uphill battle to get back to a place where I can legitimately refer to myself as a sportsperson again. Mmm. Yeah, it's been done before (twice actually, in 2007 and in 2009) but I'm not even kidding you guys, I feel like an old woman these days.

It's a case of laziness and sloth breeding... laziness and sloth. If I sleep in, I feel too crappy to work out. So I don't. Then I eat like, a pizza for lunch or something. Then I'm all, "I'm too full of food to work out now". So again, I don't. And THEN I'm like, "oh, well it's dark now. I'll work out tomorrow." Of course, the following morning when I wake up I not only have slept in and feel crappy as a result, I also feel remorseful about having missed a day. And so the cycle goes on. Granted, I'm exaggerating about eating pizzas for lunch. I so cannot afford that right now.

Where did these opportunities pop up from, you may ask?

Well, I'm trying to keep them on the DL, in the spirit of my last year's efforts to do the same about this year's plan. (Wow, did that like, totally mess you up? I didn't even understand it, and I wrote the damn thing.) You'll hear about them when they pan out. I like that. WHEN they pan out. So WHEN I'm back in shape to cut up 11km runs like nobody's business.

I have a bit of time. But at the same time, I'm twenty-four years old. That's like, almost thirty. I don't have HUGE amounts of time to play with here, guys. So in the spirit of that wee gem of knowledge, it begins on Monday. Hopefully within a few weeks I'll be in some sort of routine that allows me to train, study, write and hang out with that Dutch guy I seem to see an awful lot.

Can we not like, hold me to this though? We all know I have a tendency to talk crap...

Over and out.

PS: Congratulations to my favourites, Nic Leary and Cabin Leishman, who won and placed second, respectively, at XTERRA NZ today. Also to my far-removed cousin, Scott Thorne who WON the pro men's race. Top effort all round.