I have not made contact in a while. There is a reason. Work has pretty much devoured my social life. The past few weeks have been shit. I have not made it out to do anything for myself really.
But no more! I say this, but in reality, yeah, it will happen again.
Positives are that hockey training season has started. Hockey festival is this weekend which is a great chance to meet the team and have a run around. On the weekend I also completed the coastal challenge. 17km walk over the coastline, rock hopping/slipping, trudging though the sea and across the sand. My goals was 3 hours. I did it in 3 hours 1 min 51 seconds. Pretty stoked with that, especially since I was knackered by about the 10km mark and my legs felt like they were going to fall off! They didn't, in case you were wondering. It was a close call though.
Right now, I am lying in bed with a UTI. Pretty sure I picked that up in the coastal challenge too. I had to wade though an estuary, after a storm and that water was manky. It smelt bad and I feel like it was probably a mix of sewerage and sea swirling about as I crossed it. Un-San-I-Tary! It was up to my waist and it was 4 hours after that, that I had a shower, so yeah... I have got some antibiotics so hopefully those will start to kick in soon. I really want to pee without cringing or the feeling of 'if i don't go now, I will wet myself.' Stupid lady parts!
Anyway, the coastal challenge is the way to kick of my winter sport season. Now, I just need to tell my tastebuds that they don't need to taste the sugary goodness everyday, and tell my self-management to buck up and stop demanding marshmellows and chocolate.
I think I am going to have to start brushing my teeth straight after dinner until these cravings pass. My in built psychy says that if I have brushed my teeth it must be bedtime and bedtime is after 8.30pm and we don't eat chocolate after 8.30pm.
I actually don't know where this rule came from, but it is stuck in my brain. Someone said to me a few months back that we should get come icecream. I said we couldn't because it was after 8.30 and she gave me the weirdest look and asked where that rule came from. Dunno, but I think I should make it no sweets after 7.30pm. That gives me an hour less to fuck it up and raid the cupboard.
I am missing hockey training tonight, because, if you have ever had a uti, running is not something a person does unless it is to a loo. Don't jiggle around the bladder or the lady parts until it is settled down and vage is calm once more.
With those words, I sign off.
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