My Sunshiny Life

{April 19, 2009}   Weekend Roundup

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been to Busaba Eathai so thought it high time I paid it a visit.  I was meeting up with Sam and I decided to make a concerted effort to be early as I’m always late.  I got us a prime position in the front of the queue.  There aren’t many restaurants in London I’d queue half an hour to get in to, but Busaba Eathai is one of them.  Standing in the queue the aromas drift out, tantalising and teasing you.  When you walk in there is a distinctive scent that envelops you, like smoky incense and lemongrass – my taste buds stand to attention immediately.  It’s located in Wardour Street and has THE best calamari in London.  Their lemongrass tea served with a little pot of honey and a cashew and coconut cookie is pretty damn good too.   Actually I’d go so far as to say I’ve never had anything that I haven’t liked, which is praise indeed from a sometimes little fusspot.

Busaba Calamari

Busaba Calamari

Lemongrass tea with cashew/coconut cookie

Lemongrass tea with cashew/coconut cookie










On Saturday morning I went for a long walk and stopped in to Running Shoes London in Paddington Basin.  This place is fabulous.  I went on a treadmill and the very helpful girl analysed my running gait to determine which shoe would suit me best.  I think I tried on half the shop and ended up with a pair of Adidas runners.  I left my old clod hoppers in the shop, I couldn’t believe the difference a properly fitted shoe made.  Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to try them out running yet but they felt lovely to walk in.  I haven’t been for as many runs as I’d like, I went twice this week with a few walks thrown in too. 

I was meant to go today but have been quite hung over due to the first Come Dine with Me dinner.   All details on    Tomorrow is another day however and I can’t wait to be out there with my new running gear, I’ve got my iPod shuffle, running shoes, thorlo socks, capri pants and sports knickers all ready to go.   I’ll be running for 5 minutes without stopping by the end of the week!  A big achievement, believe me.


{April 14, 2009}   Training Session One

So today was the big day, my first training session. I went too, which is always great for the first day. There have been many ‘this is the first day of my new exercise regime and I’m really going to exercise every day come rain or shine’ days that I’ve missed before. 

I was most excited and woke up at 5am unable to get back to sleep. So many things to consider, which knickers to wear, which trackies, where is my iPod, lipgloss – no lipgloss? I went with the lipgloss, shouldn’t have worn trackies as they chafe (Sweaty Betty here I come, credit card out ready to buy some running gear!), the knickers were perfect and I couldn’t find my iPod so had to take my iPhone. Big and bulky, but it plays music and if I needed medical help at least I could have called someone.

All bases covered I set off, walking over to the running track, which is SO very close to where I live it’s slightly embarrassing I’ve never stepped foot on it before today. I actually ran the whole way around the running track the first time and was mentally high fiving myself.  I did a lot better than what I had thought I would do and very scientifically kept up the intensity using the following measures; make sure I’m puffing but not breathing so ragged that I can’t hear my music, breathing hard but not to the point of vomiting, slowing down if I feel a stitch coming on.  So with all that in mind I walked, shuffled and jogged my way around for 30 minutes. 

Feeling victorious at actually getting up and doing it, as well as not injuring myself, I climbed a little (very little) stadium with the tune of Rocky in my head to take ‘yes I did it!’ photos.  Physical evidence that Little Miss Sunshine is a runner in training.  Paula Radcliffe watch your back!

Day two tomorrow, fingers x’ed the enthusiasm and energy levels remain high.


{April 13, 2009}   Under the Influence

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?

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

Me training, yeah right!

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