July 7th, 2008
|09:42 pm - Hey there; long time no see!|
Apparently, work (in its wisdom) has seen fit to give me back LJ. Thus, here I is. I realise I haven't posted in ages; so here's a big update. :)
Going back to Uni 21st July. Am absolutely petrified, but I'm sure I'll be okay. Have put in my resignation at work; they're happy to have me on as a casual over the holidays, yay!
Generally okay, apart from the permanent cold I have in winter. :P Taking iron supplements; apparently I was borderline anaemic (21 on a scale of 20-160), which doesn't help the chronic fatigue any. That particular blood test, I managed not to pass out, thanks to an anaesthetic patches on the draw site. Ha, take that, damsel-in-distress!
Have gone back to walking to work, having been okayed (again) by the physio, and feeling very unfit.! :( Continuing the exercises.
No primary but plenty of people to fool around with. :P Happy as it is (simpler?).
By the wayside at the moment, largely. Currently plotting a steampunk novel, featuring recognisable portraitures of varying friends/aquaintances as characters. :P
In the process of planning a couple of large paintings.
If I haven't inflicted the piccies on you already... I finished both a Victorian dress and a Sharpe jacket.
I don't think many of you have seen the Victorian dress, though some of you saw the jacket at Zara's 21st. Here they are for those of you who haven't. I'm in the process of fixing the collar on the jacket so that it sits properly.
Next up on the costuming front: Catwoman catsuit for Scott's 'Villains' party, then an Edwardian outfit for the centenary of the Main Trunk Line (our MOTAT team has been working on L207, one of the key locomotives in the ceremony).
(I swear, I have to get a better picture of that jacket. I really do)
No current tabletop RPs, but am planning on coming to the next St Wolfgang's game, having been persuaded by Lucy. I shall be a widowed lady who became a nun. :D
In other news: I hate Stagecoach. Second time in three weeks that the bus has just not appeared. *mutter* Laid a complaint and waited an hour for the next bus; thank god I'd planned to go early so that I could pop past Spotlight.
Current Location: At work
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: The hum of the aircon... ahhh, so soothing.
January 26th, 2008
|02:28 pm - I LIVE!|
Sooo... life goes on. Nothing particularly interesting, except that I still can't do a full pull-up and am consistently not making the goal times for the runs, which pisses me off something chronic. I've switched from doing the long walk/runs to work constantly to half-and-half walk/run to work and short, intense runs (approx 3km) at the local Reserve. Managed to twinge my ankle a couple of days ago, so yesterday was a walk to work, and today was a run at the Reserve - 2.4km in 16mins - 2mins over, dammit.
Flatmates away for Auckland Anniversary Weekend, so I have the house and two cats to myself. This may not be a good thing, given Whiskey still finds it amusing to wake me up at 6am for no reason whatsoever - usually by either sitting on my windowsill and making the venetians bend and crackle, or by sitting on my face. Gingernut is a good deal more civilised.
I'm going to a wedding in Tauranga on the 9th February, and have got a dress for it... a gorgeous green dress, designer, and costing way, way too much... if not for the fact that it is absolutely stunning, and makes me look a million dollars. :) I shall take pictures.
Work is a trifle ho-hum, but never boring. Finally got a uniform, rather smart, black trousers and pinstripe black shirt with the AA logo. The pants are a pain in the ass (literally), only lined halfway down, so the lining inevitably rides up and annoys.
Yet more work stories:
- The very sweet old lady whose indicators were flashing and she couldn't turn them off.
"Wait... are those the hazard lights?"
"I don't know, dear, I'm not very good with cars."
"Look for a button with a red triangle on your dashboard. Is it on?"
"Ah, yes it is... (pause) ...they've gone off! Thank you very much, dear."
- Yet more members of our Defence Force, who variously don't have car jacks/have flat batteries from leaving the lights on/have locked their keys in the car...
- One of our calltakers, on a caffeine high, answering every call in a different voice/accent. Never say we don't have fun. :P
- One of our calltakers, calling up from the parking lot, "Um, Erin, can you get one of the SPs out here? I've got a flat battery..."
- The number of people, who, when asked 'Manual or Automatic', answer 'Yes'.
Anyhoo, nothing else interesting to report.
December 30th, 2007
|09:40 am - Fitness|
Went to Google Maps and calculated my daily walk/run. Apparently, the total is approximately 7km (judging from the road distance, as opposed to walk distance, which is shorter), and I run about 3km of it currently. Well-interspersed with walking, admittedly, but I do run it.
*grin* This makes me happy.
Also, I can now do four full pressups without dying. Well, mostly. Still can't do chinups to save my life.
November 28th, 2007
|07:29 pm - Fitness|
Fitness (so they say) is a relative thing. So for any given value of fitness, there's something better, something worse.
Regardless, I'm not fit enough. If I want to be painfully honest, well... yeah, I'm not going to be happy until I can run at least a couple of kilometres without stopping every 200m and walking. To use a slightly less arbitrary example, until I can run up and around the Reserve without stopping more than twice - or dying on the way...
So I, being somewhat silly, stubborn as hell, and determined, have decided that I'm going to get fit.
Amusingly, the most sensible (meaning affordable, applicable, and implimentable (is that a word?)) suggestion thus far - an idle one from an Army friend - has been following the 'getting ready for Basic' program that's up on the Army/Navy/Air Force sites. Week One program for female is 20mins run, 10 curl-ups, 6 press-ups, 12 squats, 8 back arches, and 1 pull-up, four to five times a week.
Hm, sez I. And I decided it wasn't too bad as a start. Okay, so it's hardly as good as a professional trainer, or as easy to exercise in as a gym, but it doesn't need an fancy equipment, there's no membership, and I have my own conscience as both the whip and the carrot. I'm going to keep it slightly slower, so it stretches to twelve weeks, not six - leaving way for my chronic fatigue - but I'll get there. Walking to work every second day's helping as well, though dear bloody gods, I already hate the Abbotts Way hill...
I will get there.
Current Mood: determined
October 7th, 2007
|04:38 pm - The Milk of Human Weirdness...|
Lessons Learned Today:
- A vanful of crazy-drunk Tongan guys is not necessarily bad, if they give you and your bike a ride to work. The driver may be sober, and they may not hit on you, even once, and there is bound to be lots of very tuneful singing.
- The combination of last day of the holidays, the All Blacks game, and Bathurst means people were travelling, and thus breaking down.
- Being in barracks on a military base doesn't necessarily mean you'll be able to find someone to help you change a tyre, and you may have to call the AA. This will cause the AA calltaker to laugh at you once she's hung up.
- Road signs are there to tell you where the hell you are.
- Remember work breaks.
- They don't let bikes on buses, not even if you're willing to pay extra.
- Be polite to other road users, and aware of your surroundings.
- Besides a bicycle pump, it's good to have plasters.
- Cyclists, thou shalt look upon Polite Motor Vehicle Users as Blessed of the Lord Thy Road, and appreciate them, for they be scarce on the ground, and rare unto the point of being Harbingers of the End Times.
- Gravel is EVIL.
- Exercise causes a weird mix of endorphins and pain.
- Opsite SecondSkin does not stick on knees.
- Hugs are good.
Current Mood: sore