Friday, 21 August 2009

So long, farewell...

It’s time to hit the road. Or the skies as the case may be.

My bag is partially packed. Not surprisingly, my running paraphernalia will probably be the last items to go in.

Over the next several days, I have crap-loads of work to do and much socializing to cram in, so this will be my last post before departure.

It is unlikely I will be blogging when I’m away on fieldwork. Yes, there will be access to the odd internet cafe, but the only thing I’m going to be arsed to do is check my email about once a week. So if anything mega amazing happens while I’m gone (e.g. Vanilla discovers humility, Nitmos defects from the Church of Garmin, Razz stops using bullet points or Viper becomes a teetotaller), send a girl an email. I need to be made aware of this shit.

I haven’t prepared anything to post while I’m away either, but I haven’t totally disregarded you, my readers. To help ease your pain and distress at my departure, I created a list of things you can do while I’m away. I petered out after two items though. Eh, they’re all you’ll need anyway.

1) Wallow in your suffering and pine for me.

It’s only right.


2) Check out the blogroll to the right. There’s a reason it’s posted there. These are the people I go to for a laugh, enlightenment and inspiration. Also, I heckle about a handful of them on a regular basis, so if you could pick up the slack for me while I’m away that would be fabulous. I’d hate for them to miss out on having their self-esteem deflated on a daily/weekly basis.

On that note, it’s time for me to go. Enjoy the rest of your summer and the beginning of fall, my favorite season. To all those racing in the next two months, I wish you the best of luck. Take care, everyone.

Till we meet again.


Tuesday, 18 August 2009


Man, my weekend sucked.

I didn’t run on Friday but got out for a four miler on Saturday. I had big plans for a long run on Sunday, but that was before I maimed myself.

Sunday I woke up early to log some hours in at the department. Apparently I was not yet fully awake whilst dressing because I accidentally slammed my foot into the side of the bed. The littlest toe took the full force of the impact, so I hopped around and did some lamaze-type breathing until the initial wave of pain subsided.

I thought it would be all right until I noticed the blood. Not truckloads but enough for me to break out the generic neosporin and bandaid and play doctor. Wearing sneakers to work wasn’t the best idea as my toe decided to swell. I switched over to flip flops later which helped, but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to run, long or short, with my damaged toe as I was already hobbling when walking.

I started to worry that maybe I had actually broken it, but yesterday the swelling went down significantly. The cut is healing nicely though the skin around it is still an unhappy purple color. I should be good to go for a run later today though.

Oh, and if you’re curious, MCM Mama won last week’s guessing game. I only logged in ten miles for the week. Well short of my twenty mile goal, but ten is definitely better than the previous week's total of seven. Improvement, no? Congrats, MCM, for correctly estimating my level of slackassery. I stand in awe.

Hope you all have a great week.

Later gators.

UPDATE: Went for run. All is well with toe. Cue confetti and marching band. That is all.

Friday, 14 August 2009

Preparing for launch

Lately my life has been consumed with work, preparing for my trip and playing the occasional competitive round of Sporcle with an office mate. To date, I am the reigning champion in naming all 195 countries in the world even when handicapping my opponent three minutes.

I’m such a nerd.

Anyhoo, recently I wrote out a list of everything I need to pack for my trip. Since I’ll be digging, researching, swimming and running while I’m there, I have a lot of clothes and accessories to cram into one checked bag which can’t weigh more than 20 kg (or 44 pounds for my fellow Americans). This includes a pair of steel-toe work boots and my trowel.

F*ck a duck. Call Dr. Who, I need to borrow his Tardis.

I’ve decided to call this packing endeavor Operation Holy Mother of God How Is This Going to Work. Or Preparation H for short as I’m too juvenile not to steal cheap jokes from the Austin Powers movies. Wish me luck. I’m gonna need it.

Because of the slowly increasing chaos in my life as of late, I haven’t run since Tuesday night. However, rain or shine, I’ll be getting out tonight and again this weekend. I might not reach 20 miles for the week like I wanted, but I’ll definitely be in the teens. At least there’s that.

All right, folks, that’s it for me. Have a great weekend and good luck to anyone racing.

Later gators.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

Something feels a bit off...

Despite the odds, I met up with a friend and ran on Monday night. I spent the entire three miles burping up burger and blocking brunch from blasting out my bottom. At least I was entertainment for my running mate.

I also ran last night. Both times my right hip felt really uncomfortable. Still. It’s not painful per se, just very tight and achy. Now I may know why. Is it because I’ve been having loads of crazy acrobatic circus sex lately? Sadly, no. Instead it appears it’s because of work.

Yes, you read that right. Work is killing me.

For the past several weeks, I’ve been working longer hours at the department—coming in early, leaving late and even working on weekends. Both days. (Editor’s note: Dedication, I has it.) Most days I even eat at my desk—often lunches composed of cheap sushi, carrot sticks and non-anal leakage inducing Pringles supplemented by copious amounts of chocolate and baked goods. (Editor’s note: Balanced diet, I don’t has it.)

My desk is situated right next to the windows. Lucky me. Unluckily, since this is an older building, there is a pronounced slant in the floor from the exterior wall moving inwards. I managed not to notice this until my office mate who sits directly opposite me mentioned that her left hip was bothering her. The extra dedication to our dissertations recently is causing us to sit for longer periods of times with our hips out of proper alignment. No wonder I’ve felt like a broken geriatric lately.

Which leads me to ask the all-important question: can I get workman’s comp for this shit even though this is not a paid job?

Now I’ve moved over to the desk next to me which is on a more level floor surface. The occupier of that desk is away for another month doing research so he won’t mind. Hopefully. Fingers crossed that this does the trick and my hip feels back to normal soon. Or whatever tends to pass for normal for me anyway.

All right, that’s it for me today. Have a happy hump day, everyone. Catch up with you when I can.

Later gators.

Monday, 10 August 2009

Hit me with your best shot

Last week I got in a measly seven miles. Bah. This week, I’m shooting for twenty. To amuse myself, I thought I might make this into a sort of game and have you all guess how many miles I’m actually going to run this week. Winner gets bragging rights, because I can't be arsed to provide a real prize at the moment.

My running week is Monday to Sunday so I currently have a big fat zero. I’m planning on running tonight, but I also have an appointment to shove a gigantic burger into my mouth later this evening. Looks like I’ve double-booked myself. Oops. In the interests of fairness I should also inform you that Aunt Flo is visiting me and I’m hopped up on ibuprophen.

Sexy, no?

Have at it in the comments. I’ll let you know who ‘won’ next week.

Before I sign off, I would like to invite you all to join me as I stalk Jess’ blog today for news of baby Norah’s imminent arrival. Best wishes for a speedy delivery, Jess.

And because I’ve just mentioned babies, I’m posting this pic for the sole fact that I think it’s adorable and feel the need to share.

Raging hormones allow me to disregard the fact that this creature has the ability to tear my face off. Nice.

Have a great week, everyone. Catch up with you when I can.

Later gators.

Friday, 7 August 2009

Hating, Wishing, Loving

  • My current lack of energy, focus and motivation.
  • My lack of mileage this week.
  • The locals, tourists and summer students who clog up the streets and sidewalks and are as discourteous as it is possible to be.
  • English summer which consists of rain, rain and more rain.
  • My drug dealing neighbor who leaves her cats out in the pouring rain so that I and everyone else in the area have to listen to the poor creatures yowl incessantly.
  • This f*cking chapter would be done already.
  • I had become a vet instead of an archaeologist. I’d have my degree and be employed by now. However, my soul would already be crushed by how many animals I’d have had to put down, but frankly I’d take a crushed soul and a paycheck over dissertation writing misery at this point.
  • I was on Santorini. (Z, I envy you.)
  • I could run in Port Meadow, but am afraid I’d get stuck permanently on the muddy trails.
  • I would not let the weather affect my mood so much.
Loving that I will soon be...
  • Bitching about how hot it is.
  • Working out of doors every day.
  • Digging up some really cool old shit. (Not literally. Well, maybe if I happen to dig up a sewer system or lavatory.)
  • Swimming in the Tyrrhenian Sea for the first time.
  • Reminded of why I love what I do.
One of these days, I’ll actually try to write a Hate-Wish-Love post that’s funny. Sorry, I just don’t have it in me right now.

I hope you all have a fabulous weekend. I’ll catch you again next week.

Later gators.

Wednesday, 5 August 2009


For the past two Mondays I’ve had a different spin instructor at the gym. He’s fine and the change of pace is rather nice, so I’m definitely not complaining.

Two thirds of the way through the class, he played a song that was very familiar to me, but not in a spin class setting.

It was Zorba the Greek.

I could not stop laughing to myself the entire time. To my surprise, it made for a great sprint track.

This Monday while spinning to this song, I was reminded that a good chunk of my family is now gathering together in Greece for the marriage of one of my cousins. I managed to get out of going because of my current workload and impending fieldwork travel. I’m not overly fond of weddings (blasphemy for a girl, I know) so I’m not bothered by not being there. However, I am bummed that I’m missing out on seeing some of my favorite family members. On occasion I have a bout of homesickness for my faraway loved ones, but I just remind myself that if I keep my nose to the grindstone, I’ll see them again soon enough. Sucky consolation, but it’s all I’ve got.

Depressing, huh? Well, how about this anecdote from my childhood to help lighten the mood.

I was a tomboy growing up. My sister Z was a girly girl. To drive her crazy (my job as younger sibling) I farted in her presence whenever possible. She would loudly wail to my mother that I was disgusting and why couldn’t I do that in the bathroom.

Eventually I agreed with her sentiment. I would fart only in the bathroom from then on. Of course she didn’t bargain on the fact that I would wait until she was in the bathroom before opening the door a smidge, sticking my bum through the opening and letting one rip.

Bathroom dutch ovens. I’m just all kinds of classy, no?

The countdown continues...
Three weeks till I depart for fat camp fieldwork. Prepare yourselves for the bloggy silence and long weeks of pining for my return. Or, more likely, you’ll forget me within two days and I’ll return and no one will bother reading my blog anymore.


Well, I guess I’ll still wish you a happy hump day anyway. But grudgingly.

Later gators.

Monday, 3 August 2009

Asking for it

Last week I was having lunch with friends, one of whom just came back from holiday in the Mediterranean with a souvenir— a huge whopping cold. Her boyfriend was also recovering from vacation flu, possibly of the pork variety. That’s when it hit me:

I haven’t had a cold in over two years, if not longer.

People around me seem to get sick all the time—head colds, flu, allergies, etc. This is not surprising considering the university environment in which we reside. But me? Nothing. Talking on the phone to my mom yesterday, I found out that I’ve also never had the flu. No strep, no mono, nothing.

Apparently I have the immune system of a god. When all you weak folk get taken down by whatever disease ends up wiping out the population (bird flu, swine flu, mad cow, other non-livestock illnesses), I’m still going to be here. Just me, the cockroaches and Twinkies.


My friends joked that we should have my immune system replicated. But I don’t like to share, so you can all suck it.

Now before you begin to riot, take my name in vain (if you haven’t already) or heckle me for tempting fate, let me assure you that I do have my weaknesses. Paramount amongst them appears to be my right hip which is of the caliber possessed only by people 70 years or older.

I didn’t run after my swim lesson on Friday and I took Saturday off completely, sadly ending my exercise streak of twenty days. Yesterday I finally hauled my lazy ass up and went for a quick three-miler. Or what should have been quick had it not been for my hip which was hella stiff. It loosened up a bit as the run progressed but it’s still not great. I’m gonna keep on stretching it and hope that does the trick. If that fails, then I guess I’ll just be put out to pasture with the other work horses. And since I’m immune to their diseases, I’ll outlast them all and be supreme ruler of my domain.

So either way I win. Score!

If it makes you guys feel any better about being so weak, when I do get colds, they’re pretty major ones. Once during the holidays of my junior year at college, I was visiting my dad who, god love him, is one of the world’s worst hypochondriacs. He thought I sounded like death, so he immediately dragged me to the doctor’s office where I got some so-so drugs and a nasal spray. That spray was a lifesaver on my departing flight, but it couldn’t prevent the death stares I was getting from my fellow passengers. They were just lucky I didn’t taunt them more by licking all the armrests.

Sometimes it’s fun to be a carrier monkey.

Another time I had a cold that lasted for three months straight. My cough made me sound like I had TB. The department administrator begged and pleaded with me to get an appointment with Student Health Services and I eventually caved. Twice. Both times I was told by a university doctor that the cold would run its course, just be patient, and, oh yeah, here are some condoms.

Uh, thanks. I guess.

So there. See, I am human. Just with a much better immune system than the rest of you. That’s all.

Ok, weaklings, that’s it for me. Have a great week. I’ll catch up with you when I can.

Later gators.