Bag Groper and Tempo Runs

#writeandrun31
Day 3

“Erm, Kirsty? What’s that on your pizza?”
[bewildered pause] “Uh… olives?”
“No, the other one”
“DAMN IT!”

Joe and I love olives so I was absolutely dumbfounded when he asked what seemed a very obvious question. I know you don’t know me well yet, but my face can make all kinds of strange expressions that would make a yawning lion jealous of. So, why didn’t he know they were olives? Oh, wait, Veganuary. A Fresh Resolution, squandered on a grab-a-quick-pizza after studying. Cue the appropriately disappointed face.

Vegan to Veggie
Let me explain one thing. When I chose to stop eating meat, I went vegan right from the start. I change cleaning products and make up, too because I was moving to Aberdeen and I so happened to replenish my make up bag (not that I wear a lot, or often). Being vegan felt natural and was a great adventure. I researched why I was vegan and had a great time exploring new ingredients and recipes. But then I had a tonsillectomy and craving yoghurt and work, as you know from yesterday’ spots got overwhelming so I stopped taking as much care for my wants and it was easier to slip.

On top of that, I met Joe, the kindest person I know, and he’s veggie, too! Great! A veggie boyfriend! He’s a doctor (swoon). But this cheeky little fact means that he discourages veganism because of health reasons. What does he know, eh? But I won’t turn my blog into reasons for and against veganism. The only people who want to read about that are, in fact, vegans. Trust me, I know.

Anyway, since I slipped yesterday in one my resolutions, I’ve decided not to feel guilty. That’s the kind of thing I would have been caught up in a few months back. A simple, yet promising sign that I’m battling my lurid depression. So, today was a new, vegan day and I plan to continue that way!

The Sims 3
I’m unashamedly obsessed with The Sims 3 for Xbox360, but I’m too embarrassed to share exactly how many hours I sat playing it today (over 5). Long enough to watch Sparrow have a baby, watch her grow up and graduate before haunting her family then disappear altogether!

#writeandrun31
My calves have been tingling all day after tearing up Aberdeen’s pavements yesterday. Please don’t mention that slumped in The Sims seat for 7 hours will not have helped!! It’s incredibly icy tonight so I opted for a tempo run: 20 minutes on the treadmill. How far can I run? Today, 3.42km. Respectable, right? I could’ve pushed harder, but I was so aware of my calves.

I enjoy my tempo runs and feel great when I work out. They’re exhausting and simultaneously exhilarating. Running outside makes me feel free, cycling, unstoppable (it’s either the Lycra or powerful legs!), body pump, strong, equal and treadmill tempo runs make me feel dedicated.

Bag Groper
The infamously loud locker room lady was back tonight. I came out of the shower (well, to be honest, I actually heard her whilst I was in the shower, full power, washing my hair) and her favourite locker is indeed underneath mine. Tonight, though, I started wondering why our paths continue to cross? Last night she loudly announced that she was speaking to the owner of a very nice lighting studio in town. And today she bellowed across the communal wooden bench that this woman owns the new flour shop and she’ll be busy over Valentines.

Is this loud, blond bobbed haired little lady my guardian angel who is influencing my life? Should I take a leap and befriend her? What else might she bring my way?

Untameable Hair
This evening, I’m going for a deep conditioned look. So after washing it, I condition and let my hair dry naturally. One may say my hair is au natural, but frizz-come-wave is a more realistic description.

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