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Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Last nights tea

Check this out for a guilt free tea, I reckon I had all of my '5 a day' in one big go. Smug smug.

And I ran 15km, after being shouted at by Kath for running with a poorly hip but it wasn't too bad because I had some ibuprofen which is the best drug invention ever.



Slightly ruined by an almond croissant this morning for breakfast. Can somebody please stop me, every time I am good I have to follow it with something terribly, terribly bad.

The weather in Manchester is nothing short of shite at the moment but at least it isn't too hot for running.

I haven't got anything good to say so I am going to let Creedence talk for me instead. 



Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Raising the Tone

Some bloke from the Uni of Manchester has written a book about Plato. Naturally I haven't read it or anything, but these are all Plato quotes currently to be found on the University website:























“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

“If women are expected to do the same work as men, we must teach them the same things.”

“Ignorance: the root of all evil.”

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

“The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.”

“Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.”

On the basis of this lot I think Plato was an all round good chap.


I am therefore going to keep this brief. You can therefore assume that I am wise enough to know when I have nothing to say. 

Or you may just think that I am knackered after my 18k run tonight.

Monday, 29 August 2011

Body fail

Bloody hip is not doing what it should do, I am in pain in bed, standing up and driving is a no no. Sleeping on the fecker isn't overly comfortable either. I blame not having any appointments with the chiropractor for a couple of weeks.

I was thinking about running 5km today, it is chucking it down, the gym is closed and Kath loudly facebook shouted at me yesterday for running whilst injured. I am an 18km run behind, fingers crossed I will heal a little and get this in sometime this week.

I think someone is trying to tell me I should go the pictures and then have a massive seafood tea in 'Livebait' tonight. I am so frigging excited because I love seafood and we have a 50% off card.

I hope it stops raining so I can wear by birthday boots from Topshop (they look better on than in the picture).

I mean cause Livebait is pretty posh so I need to at least try and look like I belong there.


It's annoying because this is the first bank holiday Monday I've been sober for in years and years and years. If my bits worked I would be splishing about out there now.

I am not going to feel sorry for myself, quite the opposite in fact because yesterday I got on the scales and for the first time in 2 years I weighed under 10 stone! Of course I was only a pound under 10 stone and I had to do a very delicate balancing trick on the scales otherwise it would intermittently flick on 10 stone. When it did this I swore loudly  and kicked the scales, took my earrings off, had a wee, cut my spleen out, stripped naked and then got back on again to 9 stone 13 Ibs.

I then celebrated by going out and eating a cream tea washed down with a glass of prosecco and slice of chocolate cheesecake and then a burger with blue cheese and chips and extra onion rings at 'Simple at the Light' and then lego mans leftover pasta when I got in and a fair bit of vodka in between too much diet coke and a peppermint tea cause I got a massive bread belly and so that kind of help settle it so I could drink more vodka.

Yeah I know, I ruined it and I don't think I am going to get on the scales today.



By the way the burger at Simple was amazing, they even ask you how you want it cooking. The service was excellent, the staff were exceptionally friendly and they look like they make top cocktails too. What was even better was we got 2for1 because we had a Touch VIP card.

Happy Bank Holiday Monday!

Sam x

Sunday, 28 August 2011

The Morecambe Bay Swim...

... was cancelled. It was very windy and the waves were enormous. There were some concerns about them smashing us against the rocks, so we were moved to a sandier bay so we could be smashed against the sand instead, but it was continuing to get windier and rougher and they had to cancel in the end.
I will never be a proper athlete-type person. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, legged it to the clubhouse, got out of my wetsuit and scoffed a massive slice of homemade lemon cake. When I came out I found several people had decided to go in even though they didn't have to.


Anyway, I really enjoyed my night in Morecambe. It has the most fantastic location, with views across the sea or mud to the Lakes. I loved the walk along the prom. It was very quiet (or dead, depending on your point of view) and I had a lovely room with a view right across the bay. I might even go back now I've worked out had loudly pointed out to me the etiquette of the dining room in the B and B. If you are on your own you are not entitled to sit at a table for two. You have to sit at a table for one marked "Nobody Loves Me" in neon lights.
The bloke Morecambe is named after.
I think the Irwell Sculpture Trail people have a lot to learn from Morecambe
Me in Morecambe.



I believe this is an appropriate runners breakfast.

Bran flakes, banana, cranberry and raspberry juice and peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is my new thing, it settles my tummy when I have booze nausea or have eaten too much - I have either of these at all times because I am a greedy tubby ginger girl.


Manchester weather teased me yesterday and I didn't get out until about 4pm for my run.


This little fatface has been on one all day, he was jumping all over my head this morning then playing with his mousie toy like a cat possessed then he wanted to go out and then in and then out again. I think he is a bit crazy because it was Manchester Pride yesterday and he wasn't allowed to go. Instead he got to strut up and down the road chasing after all the Tom cats and sticking his bum out.


In an attempt to be healthy and to save some cash I am currently veggie, these sausages are well fit and would recommend them with a fat fried egg and some warbutons toast.


My hip is shagged, I ran 6k to work to pick up the car and driving back was agony every time I took my right foot off the accelerator. Today is supposed to be an 18km, I might have to hold off and book in for an emergency appointment with another chiropractor (Dr Clark is away at the moment).

This is a crap post sorry, blah blah blah food blah cat blah weather blah whinge blah blah hip pain blah.

Kath will have something interesting to post soon no doubt, that is if she didn't drown in the Morecambe Bay mile.

Happy Bank Holiday - I am going for afternoon tea with a hot red head.

Sam

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Morecambe Madness

Had a night in the pub last night. Luckily the barman had dedicated his life (all six years of it) to researching alcohol-free beer, so was fully qualified to tell me that Erdinger is the best one there is. So nice to meet someone who is an authority on the subject.


Anyway, I bounded out of bed this morning, thought smug thoughts about my Manager's hangover, and went to do my Parkrun. The route had been altered this week due to park maintenance, so we had to go up the flipping big hill three times instead of two, and it was a longer run. No one got a Personal Best this week, and I was no exception. It was hard going, and my legs ache.


Me at the end of the Parkrun. This must be my running face. Everyone has one.



Cheers to Steve Thomasson who took lots of Parkrun pics today, and let me use this one.

I came to Morecambe this afternoon, ready for the swim tomorrow. Not that I am ready. I've done hardly any swimming (and no open water swimming) since May, and I've just eaten the biggest bag of fish and chips on the planet so am quite likely to sink. Never mind.

The Midland Hotel. I am not staying here and they do not serve alcohol-free beer. Bit irrelevant really.
I went to look at the course because you're supposed to do this, and work out what you're going to use as sighting markers so you know where you're going. There is, however, absolutely no sign of the course. Or indeed of the sea... 

 
It'll be fine. Probably.

We love Manchester day

I was supposed to post this link yesterday but there was a disability emergency and so I couldn't get my lunchtime post out.

The plan yesterday was to leave work early - yey thanks Man Uni for letting us all go at 4pm. Go for a couple of wee cocktails with work for Shama Bananas birthday and then head into town for the 'We love Manchester' festivities.

It didn't work out like that, got drunk on beautiful cocktails made by beautiful bar staff in the Deaf Institute, watched the boss get drunk and tell cringe worthy minging stories whilst Kath laughed smugly and soberly at him.

So in tribute to all things Manchester here are a few photo's I took last week of our pretty city and a Manchester song or two.

Manchester I proper love you even though you cant make your fecking mind up weather to be glorious or rain today and no doubt the minute I go for a run to collect the car I had to leave at work becaause I decided to get drunk you will open up the heavens and unleash a shower of shit on me.

That is if I can stop watching 'This Morning - Saturday', actually the problem has just solved itself because 'loafer without socks' wearing little prat Olly Murs has just come on. I'm about to yack all over the computer.

 The Gmex (I don't care if its name has changed it will always be the Gmex)

The Hilton at night

 Deansgate Locks isn't just a bunch of crap bars

The Hilton in the day

A local hairy inhabitant
The Midland Hotel 


 The Gmex in the day

The Library

Manchester Art Gallery

 Ryan Vintage

Beetham Tower again

Deansgate

It only rains 99.9% of the time

Castlefield



Best band to come out of Manchester - erm obviously!!!!!

"Most of all, I love Manchester. The crumbling warehouses, the railway arches, the cheap abundant drugs. That's what did it in the end. Not the money, not the music, not even the guns. That is my heroic flaw: my excess of civic pride."

Tony Wilson
24 hour Party People

To all those folks going Manchester Pride this weekend - have a fan-fricking-tastic time. I am with you in spirit x

Friday, 26 August 2011

Lost, Found and Locked Out

I ran home from Salford Crescent train station after work last night. Take it from me, this is A Long Way.


I found my route on walkit.com which is brilliant for finding places to walk or run around urban areas. You just put in where you want to start and finish and tell it to find you a quiet route. So it navigated me through a lot of backstreets of Salford that I didn't know were there, then along the River Irwell footpath and from there onto National Cycle Route 6/Irwell Sculpture Trail. 


Salford. Honestly.
I still didn't have a clue where I was most of the time. When I'd been running for about a century I stopped to ask some people where I was. They found this very funny, but to be honest they were lucky I wasn't asking who I was by that stage on the run. They told me I was near Asda, and laughed all the more when I had to ask which one. Turned out it was Radcliffe, which wasn't quite where I'd expected to be, but was in fact right.




I spotted another sculpture on this newly discovered part of the Irwell Sculpture Trail.



It is really big, and not so much like a gravestone in real life.


When I got home I found I'd left my keys at work so couldn't get in the house. This is Sam's fault - I had to rush out of the office because she couldn't keep her hands off me in my extremely sexy black lycra running stuff. (Sam - Please note, I DO NOT FANCY YOU. Deal with it.) I had to ring the kids, who are at their Dad's, and ask to borrow their keys, which is probably not the right way round. Bother.

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Disability Birthday Fun


Happy Birthday Shama you little naughty minx!

and thank you for bringing in naughty/sexy Valerie Patiserie cakes to make us all fat. I think you're in cahoots with that skinny witch Kath and you're trying to make me fat so I run slower.




Shabba


Kath needs to eat more cake

Claire likes cake
I like cake

12k tonight, I am going to have to run it to burn this crap off me.

The Disability Support Office love cakes! We are massive fatties!

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