The seemingly never ending clearout continues. I’ve a box of concert programmes going back to my first gig in 1982 – Iron Maiden, Beast on the Road tour – and I’ve decided that as they’ve been sitting about doing basically sod all for years now, that they can go.
I’ve had a look online at some collectors websites, and there’s some serious money being asked. I’m going to type up a list and get it to a couple of the sites and see what happens. In the meantime, a friend is after any Magnum progs I’ve got. I’ve price the five I have online, and to buy from those sites would cost him just over £70 + p&p, so I’ve told him £50 would seal it.
Now I need to get the list made up and sent off, and see what happens.
Had a go at making this Red Velvet cake today for my wife, who’s coeliac. It’s got shredded beetroot, and rice flour, and looks the business.
Today I was supposed to be going for a lunchtime run with a colleague who’s recently been on a chi-running weekend, and wanted to see if it made her feel like she wasn’t struggling to keep up or holding me back (I don’t think she was doing either). She just called to say she forgot her sports bra, so can we postpone. I pointed out that I didn’t have one either, but apparently since I don’t have boobs, not having a sports bra isn’t a problem. :-)
Anyway, I have to admit to being slightly relieved, as I’ve been cycling every day that I’m not running, and today I still cycled into work, knowing that I was going for a run. The legs are a little bit achey, so, while running might have loosened them up a bit, I’m secretly ok with the fact she has to cancel.
Is that bad ?
Since I’ve got back from holiday, I’ve only managed to run twice. I was a bit worried it was going to hurt again and I’ve have taken a step back, so, it was with no small amount of trepidation that my first run was what has been used as my long run, the house to my work.
It came as a bit of a surprise to me that it was a really good run. I felt good, the legs were going easily, there were no problems with breathing/stitch/<insert running ailment of choice> and I did it in what I consider a decent time (for the moment. It will be coming down in the next few months, I’ve promised myself that).
Last night I met up with Ali who I know from the running club we both used to be in, and we headed out for a run. No time discussed, no route planned, we just headed out and the route was decided by how good we were feeling and by how much light we had left.
The pace was nice and easy but not slow. Fast, but not bursting a gut. This morning I mapped it out on Map my Run, and it came in at a couple of meter shy of 10k. Perfectly happy with that, really happy that I’m really really enjoying my running again.
Tags: 10k, running
Got a really weird feeling that I’m at some sort of crossroads in my life, but can’t quite see it.
There’s things I want to change, and I’m slowly working on it, but I can’t help get the feeling that there’s some bigger picture that I should be looking at and aiming towards, but I’m not seeing it, it’s in my peripheral vision, and I can’t see what it is.
It’s almost like waking up with a hangover, and not having a full memory of the night before. A work colleague called this “the fear”. It’s almost but not quite like that, and it’s bugging the hell out of me, as if I don’t see what it is, how can I change it?
Tags: change, life
When my phone contract was up in July, I opted to keep using the phone I had, and go for a sim only deal, as I didn’t know what phone I wanted, and it was going to work out a lot cheaper in the meantime.
A couple of weeks back my phone knackered. It’s an HTC Desire C and the power cable no longer goes in, so I can’t charge it. So, I banged the sim into an old Samsung Galaxy, which is fine as far as calls/texts goes, but the FB app is slow and can’t be updated, I can’t get Tweetdeck to work, and can’t get access to “marketplace” as it’s now Google Apps, and the phone doesn’t want to know.
So, I’m going to get a cheap smartphone to do me till my next upgrade. The Nokia Asha 503 looks like it’ll do what’s needed of it, so for £50 that’s the option. As long as I can use Instagram, I’ll be happy, and as far as I can see I’ll be able to.
(The current phone issue is the reason for my lack of Instagram updates recently)
Just before we went on holiday, we got a new “sit up and beg” bike for Karen. She gets a sore back using a mountain bike, and sore wrists from the pressure of leaning forward, so it was time to get a bike that suited her.
We planned to ride over to Shawlands for breakfast the morning of the day we flew out, but the night before I noticed my rear tyre was pancake flat. So, I finally bit the bullet, and took off the semi-slick tyres that were on the bike and replaced them with Armadillo knobblies, that I’d bought and not used. The bike now looks beefier (for want of a better word), and this morning was the first time I’ve done a commute since changing the tyres.
Now I know (semi) slicks are faster, but I can’t say I took any longer getting to work, and to be honest, the miniscule time I may have lost is more than compensated for with the knowledge that I’m now far less likely to suffer a flat.
I’m actually considering fitting a rear rack as well. Shopping would become a lot more eco-friendly if I was using panniers, and not having a loaded rucksack on my back would be a bit safer too. Then there’s the chance that I might actually someday, do a bit of touring/camping using the bike as transport, so I’ll need to prep for the possibility.
The fact that my work is about to launch the bike to work scheme again, and I can pick up a bike for bouncing about off-road and make a saving, makes me more happy to make my commute bike more general use friendly and less off-road friendly.
Categories: commuting, cycling
I’ve just got back from holiday in Crete, where we went for a week, after the campaign of fear and mis-information (and in some cases downright lies) carried out by the Better Together campaign, resulted in Scotland remaining in the UK. It wasn’t the landslide that BT hoped for 55-45% in favour of staying in the UK.
There’s footage doing the rounds of ballot papers – all with YES votes – that were discarded in the street and not counted. The guy posting the clip on youtube said he was reporting it to the Electoral Commission. If it’s legit, it needs a criminal investigation. Then there’s Ruth Davidson (leader of the Scottish Tories) being interview under caution by police after she let slip on tv less than an hour after the polls closed that postal votes had been opened and counted prior to the 18th and that it was looking good for her side.
The political genie is out the bottle and doesn’t look like it’s going back. The three pro-indy parties (SNP, Scottish Greens and Scottish Socialists) have all seen their memberships swell AFTER the fight was lost. Green’s have quadrupled their membership, and the SNP are now have the third largest membership of ANY UK party, knocking the LibDems into 4th place.
Let’s look at what this means. A Scottish party, now has a larger membership than one of the main UK wide parties.
There’s a Hope over Fear rally in Freedom Square (ok, George Square, but the 45%-ers have re-named it), this Sunday, and Radical Independence are having a convention in November.
The battle may have been lost, but with the population now politicised to an extent that it never previously had been, it looks like the war is far from over.
Yesterday I took part in the Paisley 10k, my first 10 race in 5 years, and only my second race since I started running again a couple of months back.
It was a warm sunny day, and there was a wee hill about half-way round, and just after the 9k mark, there was longer hill to contend with, leading back up to the main st, and the finish. Given that, and the fact I’ve only been running again for about 12 weeks, I was very happy with my time of 52:52m.
Now I have a time to try and improve on, so I’ve no excuses.
Run hippy! Run!