Recovering….

The last two weekends have been grand fun, very amusing, and insightful.

Lovely K got married on 20th June. The protests about the anti-austerity march conspired to make the bride extremely late, but she looked utterly lovely when she did get there (and her hair mostly stayed put throughout a somewhat sticky day. All Hail Elnett!). Beautiful service, a highly personal reception (the favours were in coconut shells, carried over by African Swallows), lovely flowers, and a radiant bride and groom. You couldn’t really ask for anything more, except a dang good disco, and that’s what we got.

  
   

 Sunday, I ran 12 miles. This went rather better than the previous Sunday’s 10 miles – I didn’t fall over for starters. This is just as well. Over a fortnight after falling over, and I’m just about in the position where I feel comfortable showing my knees in public again. I am very pleased that the dress I chose for Ascot covered both knees and the arm bruise – by the wedding, I was so desperate, I was buying theatrical makeup to cover up the mess (this was reasonably effective and also reasonably cheap). I’ve gone through almost an entire tube of arnica. No idea if it’s helped the healing process, or if the mere action of rubbing the cream into the bruises made the difference (it’s all clots under the surface, is bruising, so it stands to reason that if you can bear to rub the bruise, it will dissipate more quickly). Oooh! I can show the Ascot outfits. Mum and I had a lovely day last Tuesday. We saw the Queen twice, but didn’t really win anything. Got chatted up by someone who turned out to be the manager at Mum’s local supermarket. It was excruciatingly awful, and I couldn’t escape until after the race we’d gone to watch was run. My Mother was No Help At All, as she expected him to give up after my first polite brush off: he was a persistent blighter, and I think I’m old enough to be his mother…

  
This weekend just gone, I spent three hours in Girlguiding Safe Space training, and realised that when I was bullied as a child, I wasn’t supported very well. I was left to get on with it, told to ignore them, told that they were scared of me (really?), and I only remember one intervention by a teacher, which was reasonably effective. By that point, though, I’d been bullied in one way or another by various people for 9 years. I was utterly inured to it. Nothing particularly physical (apart from the horrible child who used to pinch me when I was six, and the one who tried to scratch my eyes out when I was nine). Mostly emotional. By the time I was 14, I didn’t really pay much attention to it: I just thought it was normal…it was a shock when a friend pointed out that, really, what people were saying to me wasn’t on. This was quite the realisation for a Saturday morning. I’m still processing. It was a really good training, and I do recommend it. Worth the mild anxiety attack.

Sunday I attempted a 10km race. This was about as successful as can be expected on a hot, sticky, humid day. Asthma doesn’t like being asked to run about in those conditions. I started really well – sub 8:30 minute miles. Then had to grind to a halt to wheeze. Then decided that, actually, it wasn’t worth another wheeze but it was worth finishing, so set off again at something closer to a 9:30 min mile. Overall, 8:50 min mile. Annoyingly, it rained about an hour after I’d finished, and oh! The aftermath of the downpour would have been perfect.

I am not sure that this week’s training plan will quite happen the way it’s supposed to. Tomorrow is intervals. Then a ploddy run. Then a less ploddy run. There will be yet more early mornings. On the plus side, I am sleeping really well, and not waking up with the dawn. On the minus side, I actually want to be waking up with the dawn so that I can go running before work. This is something of a dichotomy, as well as being immensely frustrating.

I have finally finished knitting the sweater I cast on in February (it got interrupted by wedding knitting). I am down to the heel of the second sock of the pair I started I don’t know when. I’m knitting mittens for R, and they are going beautifully now I’ved decided green-on-purple is much better than purple-on-green. I love stranded knitting. It goes so fast, partly because of the excitement of seeing the pattern come out row by row, and partly because the excitement keeps you up knitting well past bedtime. There will be a photo. But I’m yet to take it.

xxx

There’s been a lot more running

27.7 miles this week. In my vague running club, I’m currently top of the leader board for distance (until the usual leader logs his Sunday run, anyhow. I am enjoying this achievement). 10 miles this morning, faster, apparently, than I’ve done parts of that route before, and reasonably easy going. Slow running – I was aiming for a 10 minute mile, but the idea is to build stamina at this point, not speed. I averaged a 9:49 minute mile.

The other idea was to remain upright at all times on this run (didn’t quite manage that). I fell over on a slippery wooden pontoon on Regent’s Canal. I have bruises on both knees and on my upper arm. I’ve applied a metric f-ton of arnica, and organic frozen peas to try and reduce the ridiculous lump on my right knee. I’m replanning my outfits for the week to disguise the mess. And I’m going to have a visit to a cosmetics counter on Friday if I’ve still got an epic bruise on my arm, to get my concealer matched for disguising the bruise on Saturday. It’s a good thing that I’ve got a long bridesmaid’s dress, or I’d be needing thick tights to cover the mess. You do not want to see my knees.

Yesterday’s run was also faintly disastrous. I got a bit overexcited in the last 100 metres of parkrun, promptly had an asthma attack, and had to slow to a walk. And it was one of those really exciting asthma attacks where I ended up sounding like a broken concertina played by a beginner. Fortunately, the inhaler kicked in.

Did anyone bother to help with either of these incidents? Did they heck. I had to get home to the care of my husband, who has produced frozen peas, tea, sympathy, kisses and did the majority of the work when it came to shifting everything to hoover behind it so that we can try to de-moth the flat. Sodding moths. They keep eating things I like, if they’re not sealed and not alpaca. They don’t seem to like alpaca. Various things having been having sojourns in the freezer.

It’s been too hot to knit. And I’m crocheting bunting anyhow (it is more fun than knitting bunting. Novelty value).

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Where did time go?

Answer: running. I’ve started the 17-weeks-until-Berlin marathon training. This involves getting up inordinately early for a run three times a week, and two runs at the weekend. I shall be shattered, but buff. And I’m hoping my 10K pace does actually go back down to sub-50 minutes (last seen in Feb 2014, while training for a marathon…)

I’m fighting moths – they are coming out of the woodwork with the warm weather. There appears to be a sub set in the acrylic yarn in the shed, and that’s going to be binned when I pull myself together somewhat. The three shades of acrylic which I need for crochet bunting are in the freezer. They can come out for a bit, then go back in again to be sure. I’m crocheting bunting this time round. We made knitted bunting last year and I ended up knitting an awful lot of triangles to deadline and never want to knit one again (I do not like knitting to deadline!). Crochet will make a nice change. 

I need to be out running at 6:45 tomorrow. 1 mile jog. 12 x 200 m in 50-55 seconds interspersed with 200m  in 90 seconds to recover. This means learning my running watch, as I’m not sure of the correct setting to verify I’m going at the right speed for this. Hmm.

It all comes back to time, really. 

Xxx

Where did the tube go?

I lost a tube train today. It wasn’t at Finchley when it was supposed to be. It may have been early. It certainly wasn’t late. And it left me sitting about for half an hour until the next one arrived. This is the only problem with having parents living at the tail end of the tube line. Infrequent (but regular, except when they go awol) trains. Along with the potential that, out of sheer desperation and need to get moving, you get on the Wrong Train. I must not get on the next train to arrive at this platform. But the one after. 

Mum’s having an open garden this afternoon. It’s supposed to rain. I may regret not having wellies. I may get cake (her garden is the fourth garden, and where the tea tent is. I am on crockery shunting duty). I do have my waterproof, which is something. And I am wearing sensible clothes, unlike yesterday, when I shivered round the zoo and wished for my waterproof. To be fair, so did everyone other than my goddaughter. She didn’t care about the rain other than that it meant she couldn’t go on the bouncy castle. She did have a go on the carousel. We saw lemurs, otters, penguins, monkeys, bats, rats, meerkats, hippopotami and giraffes. 

Yes. It is an affectation to call them hippopotami rather than hippopotamuses. Both look equally weird as spellings go. 

Oh yes. I made a lemon on Friday. 

 
Xxx 

List

The list is threatening to overwhelm. It’s been a busy fortnight: I’ve only been in for one evening in the past two weeks. Tonight I shall be in as well (and I’ve just twigged I’ve no idea what to do about supper. My suggestion of pasta and pesto got shot down at speed).

So. I shall write my list here, as well as in my notebook, in an effort to begin to regain control. There comes a point when one has to cease sallying along and knuckle down to it, after all.

  • visit church
  • Print photos for thank you note
  • Collect prescription
  • Write letter to chase up division silverware, post recorded delivery found letter. Need to print it. This is a whole new challenge.
  • Send email about division social
  • Write cards in preparation for Volunteer Week ongoing
  • Send email about rota for recruitment stall in July
  • Send 3 BBB badges to R
  • Buy new uniform polo shirt
  • Organise champagne for hotel probably best done when I actually arrive at said hotel….
  • Organise a social for Tuesday unit started off by setting up a poll about what people would like to do on Facebook.
  • Hen party challenge badge write up and design delegated design to N.
  • Chase up payments for badges sold on facebook
  • Embroider hair things
  • Sort out notices
  • Laundry
  • Change Sheets
  • Tidy flat (now rather full since we sold N’s place)
  • Hoover flat (there was a saga with the hoover repair, and I was hoover-less for about three weeks.)
  • Deal with hoover saga as per instructions from Trading Standards (at least we had a lovely new hoover on the wedding list. I am so very, very, very lucky that I am in a position where the loss of a hoover is not costing me money, thanks to PayPal dispute resolution, just time – because I still don’t have my original Henry hoover back and need to pursue this). Oooh! Notification that hoover will be returned via myHermes arrived on Friday. Not sure if it’s repaired or not, but, frankly, do not care as long as hoover still vaguely works. Company claims to be in receivership as of Sunday…and that no refunds will happen. Company ceased trading two weeks ago. It’s all faintly fishy.
  • Put spare hoover part on eBay Will do this if the whole hoover, including spare part, comes back – or the hoover never returns.
  • Put Revlon Nail Kit Thing on eBay
  • Parkrun
  • Hen Party
  • Update finances
  • Council Tax

We’ve been shopping

Some days, shopping is an epic struggle. Nothing goes properly. Nothing is quite in stock. Instead, between us, we have achieved….

Shoes for dainty feet 

Four bras (one sports. Finally I have  bought a new sports bra)

Four pairs of knickers

Three pairs of tights

Two small bags to hold bridesmaids’ medications

Three handmade baby hats, one novelty yarn scarf, a silly pencil, glorious mittens and an owl from this lovely shop (which has remarkably reasonable prices, and I am never knitting a laceweight baby shawl again, I shall support the lovely ladies who knit for the shop). 

Earrings and necklaces (four pairs, two necklaces: you know how jewellery comes in sets? That.)

Hair decoration stuff. 

Somehow we managed to fit in lunch, a detour to Lakeland, and tea as well. No photos of Edinburgh, but we shall take some tomorrow. 

Being a bridesmaid is fun. We spent the evening trying on dresses and trying out hair dos. We think we’ve got that sussed too. Gotta love a Patrick Cameron hairdressing book. Step by step picture instructions and all the mystery of updo’s disappears. (No, I’m not entirely sure about that apostrophe either. But updos looks weird, So I shall stick with the apostrophe). 

Xxx