Saturday afternoon, Greece got their asses handed to them by South Korea (score was 0-2) and that night England played America. The game ended in a tie. I’ll have you know I told the home team to f*ck off and rooted for my birth country. (No, I wasn’t spawned in the depths of Hell. I know, shocker.)
I feel bad for the US soccer team since this is the most watched sporting event in the world, yet most Americans probably don’t even know it exists. Our team’s not too bad either. Well, except for Saturday night. They had absolutely no offense to speak of and their only goal was the result of England’s very Green goalie cocking up.
Did you catch that pun? Funny, huh. *crickets*
My awesomeness is wasted on you guys.
Oh yeah, this is a running blog
Last week blew big chunks. My hysteria over my approaching major deadline (submitting my dissertation in 5 1/2 months = AHHHHHHHHHHHH!) has made my schedule sucktastic. I’ve been stress eating, chucked exercise at the first opportunity and have been glued to my laptop like white on rice. Healthy, no?
This weekend I attempted to turn things around. Since I’m moving in three weeks, I thought I should make an effort to eat the crap I have in my cupboard and therefore buy as little as possible from the store. Working with what I have, this week I’ll be making shakshuka, homemade ‘kitchen sink’ soup (i.e. if it won’t make it rancid, it gets thrown in) and my own patented lazy-person’s meal of tuna, couscous and sauteed
I also finally got back to running this weekend. Both days even. Score! I ran my out and back route in Port Meadow and, both days, was surrounded by the grazing aminals (unintentional but it stays). Sunday was even better since there were numerous baby horses and cows amongst the herd and they all decided to congregate along the path on which I was running. Too cute.
There’s been a common factor amongst my post-marathon runs (all three of them – yes, I am that bad ass) -- I haven’t worn my watch. I have no idea what pace I’m running at and that’s for the best. I have enough to obsess and fret about right now and I don’t want running to be added to that, so I’ll be running without a timing device for the foreseeable future. I’m not training for anything anyway, so it’s all good. I’ll just be a zen runner for a while.
Me being zen? Huh. This will be interesting.
Okay, that’s it for me. Later gators.