In my experience there are many things that should not be done whilst under the influence of alcohol and today I can add two more things to this extensive list. Actually make that three, blogging is probably the third thing…
Last night I cooked under the influence. The more glasses of red wine I drank, the less I cared about the food. Well the problems actually began before I started drinking, as I forgot to put the roast in the oven, which meant that my patient dinner guests didn’t get to eat until nearly 9pm. Luckily it pulled together at the end and some bits were mushy, but covered in a generous helping of red wine gravy (theme of the night) nobody complained. As long as it’s good ole kiwi leg of lamb and the potatoes are nice and crispy who cares if the veges are mushy. The best way to get away with it is to make sure all your guests are as sloshed as you are – job done.
Kiwi Roast Masterpiece
Who ate all the lamb?
Today was my second UTI incident. I met Miss Nikki for a VERY lovely lunch down by the canal in Little Venice, we sat outside in the cloudy/trying to be sunny but in the end really sunny kind of day. A few glasses of rose down and I was feeling brave. We discussed what goals and plans we had for the coming year and I admitted to one that has been sitting underneath my lazy subconscious for quite some time. I think I’d like to run a half marathon. NO! I AM going to run a half marathon! So we left the Waterways and headed off down the road when Nikki said she had a proposition for me. I was excited, next pub, another drink? Ah no, it was more like, “ok so you want to run a half marathon, lets do one in September” My reaction was something like “are you CRAZY, I haven’t got the right shoes, bra, outfit, I don’t run, I’ve never run, I don’t think I can do it that soon, it’s far too early, god I can’t even run for 1 minute on the treadmill.” It all piled out in a panicked jumble. It’s all well and good SAYING you’re going to do exercise, but actually following it through, jeeeesus, steady on! I said that perhaps this time next year might be more in keeping with my hollow intention of actually get off my lazy unexercised butt. I left Nikki with the promise that I’m going to start my training regime tomorrow morning, in fact I’m even going to send her photographic evidence that I’m out training and not lying in bed with the duvet over my head.
But now I’m home and the rose wine fuzz is lifting and I think that I should challenge myself a bit more than I do. So, as a matter of public record I’d like to announce that Little Miss Sunshine is going to do a half marathon in September 2009. To give this the gravitas that it deserves please read the sentence before about the fact that I cannot and under no circumstances do not run – except maybe for my bus. I can’t run for even 1 minute on the treadmill, so this is a life changing kind of commitment. One that will see me running the streets of London like one of those ultra fit people that I dream about being – ok it might take me a while to get to that level. As Rachel says, it won’t happen overnight but it will happen. So I have to do it in my daggy trackies with my retro ipod for now, but when I’ve illustrated the commitment to myself I’m going to be decked out ultra Sweaty Betty style. I need SOMETHING to detract from my hot sweaty beetroot red face. Some people look good when they exercise, I do not. So anyway, vanity out of the way, my training schedule starts tomorrow. Walk 1 minute, run 1 minute, for at least 30 minutes. Or maybe walk 2 minutes, run 1 minute. I’ll give it a go and will keep you posted.
Me training, yeah right!