Another weekend...

I managed to get a few corrections done this weekend. I'm in the process of trying to resucsitate a truly awful chapter. The patient is doing quite well, and I think I might be able to save it... it's just a question of time now, i.e. I don't have any. I'm pretty stressed- I have to submit by 30th of Sept and every time I think about it I feel like I'm watching one of those big millenium countdown clocks with a sense of impending doom... It's a bit late for millenium analogies, but then I always say I think up the good jokes too late.

I escaped from the corrections on sat night and had a very nice meal with Andy, Christine, Angel and Gustavo. Andy and I went on to the Cowboy afterwards because there was a band on that I wanted to see. Well, I've never been to the Cowboy before and I was in fits of giggles because it lived up to its name. It's very much like the redneck bar in the Blues Brothers film, thankfully without the chickenwire around the stage. There was a plethora of people in denim, plaid shirts and cowboy hats in what is basically a barn with a stage. Unfortunatly they have taken the mechanical bull out for the summer. I never thought I'd live to see people spontaneously line dancing. There was a good atmosphere and lots of people watching fodder. My favorites were an old couple dancing to their own internal rhythm. The guy in particular looked like a partly shaven suntanned silverback gorilla. At least they didn't look like they were fighting on the dancefloor- country dancing is vicious!

Today was sunday, so it was time for another disasterous run. We drove up to Vedewoo for a change of scenery. That's us there on the left, the impressive Turtle Rock granite formation behind us. We are wearing very cool running tops from foska.com, which we bought with some money that Andy's parents gave us, so thanks Meri and David! Anyway, we set off over the trails, leaping over boulders and tree routes and generally having what runners would masochistically call 'fun'. This lasted for about 10 minutes until I felt like someone had reached a hand inside my chest and was squezing my lungs. We carried on, but I had to stop and walk up every slight incline and wheeze and hack at the top like an asthmatic old codger. I wasn't sure if it was the extra few hundred meters of altitude, the undulations of the path or just plain crapness, but it was very frustrating. I felt bad for Andy too because he was having to run painfully slowly and stop all the time because he didn't want to abandon me. Eventually we completed the loop, and I went for a walk while Andy ran the loop again to try and get some real exercise. I must admit, when he came back 30 mins later saying he'd had to walk most of it because he too had been wheezing like an asthmatic old codger I felt a bit relieved.

Anyway, I'm shattered. guitar then bed I think. Night night xxx