Hobbling goblins

Not posted for a while for several reasons- I've had my head reasonable straight, so I've not needed the therapy, I've been really busy.. and,well.. I couldn't be arsed. I think I'm the only person who reads my blog anyway, which is probably a good thing. I'm off to Costa Rica tomorrow :). I can't believe I'm actually going to see Andy. It feels like he's been away for forever, but in reality its only a month I guess. It will be nice to be able to share that kind of normality we have again. It's funny how wehn you love someone, doing exciting stuff becomes less of a priority, and you just want to share the normal simple things. It gives me hope for the future, because I don't think you can really know if you want someone around in the long-term unbless you have lived with them. You have to learn the anoying things they do, so you can either reprogram them, or learn to be a wonderful, tolerant human being :o>.

Waffling on about nothing in particular- must be knackered.. I am, and I have to get up at 4.. .

My main reason for posting is to have a bitch about my knee. I've developed something nasty called illiotibial band syndrom, casue by my spaky running, and running on pavements ratehr than nice, squishy grass. It bloody hurts, and google wisdome suggests that rest and physio are required, and running on it will only excabate things. Yes I know I just made that word up, but I think it's close to a real one. So I'm resting.. well, apart from a teeny 5k race today. Oops. I ran 8 and a bit minutes of it, then gave up and walked the rest. It hurt like hell, but after a hot bath it's calmed down. It was incerdible frustrating to be walking when I had bags of energy and plenty of strength left, appart from this annoying niggle. It gave me a chance to look around though, and it was stunning- we were in Arundel, running through the wildlife and wetlands trust grounds. The race was a nice course, appart from abloody big hiss near the start. I have to be honest- I probably would have walked a bit of it anyway cos it was knackering! The wether was perfect- blue skies but chilly... until we started running, at which point it began to piss icy rain all over us, then hail. The snow held off until we started up the hill. Nice. I always overheat if I wear too much to un in, but I was coveting jac's lovely florescent ron hill gloves- I don't think I've had so much pain in my hands before! We had a well deserved cake and hot drink afterwards, so it was all good- apart from the limping and complaining bviously. I'll go see a physio whne I get back- that won't be cheap. I'm still quietly optimistic about the totton 10 in april, but I might have to face the reality that trining is going to make me worse. I'm not sure how I'll handle climbing either- I certainly can't support my body weight on my right leg and push up, it's too weak- so I don't think I'll managed climbing. That sucks- I was supposed o be climbing last weekend, but I pulled out- too busy. But then it's not every day you get the chance to go to Costa Rica :o)

Where's you head at?

I had a great night. It was the soc ball, which was, somewhat pointlessly, held on a boat. (So it was just like a normal disco, but it was more expensive, and occasionally the dance floor would lurch sideways). It was good fun, and I looked classy until I got under the UV light and my white bra started glowing through my red dress. I solved this by taking it off, and waving it around my head, thus squeezing the last few drops of class out of my act. The music was pretty good- starting with some motown while we were sober, moving to chart cheeze when we were all trollied, and winding up with some xmas tunes. I had a nice dance with Alex- when he's not throwing wild shapes, the boy can move! He's a very good lead. Me and Steph had to walk home becasue we couldn't find a taxi, and Steph got sick of me hobblign pathetically in bare feet, so she gave me her boots and walked in my toe pinching stilletoes. I fell into bed, and forgot to take my pill, oops. I woke at 5, and couldn't get back to sleep. Eventually I slipped back into a doze, and had the most amazing dream. It really affected me, the imagery was obscure, but it seemed to have hidden meaning, and it has been troubling me. I woke feeling confused, and pretty out of it. The dream has been preying on my mind and distracting me. I won't describe it in detail, since it wouldn't sound sensible or particularly interesting, but there was a part where a handsome bloke was trying to teach me to fly; we were trapped and he was trying to give me the confidence to escape. I leaned close to kiss him, but slowly and hesitantly, just like any sober first kiss. He started to laugh, and told me basically to get on with it! I kissed him, and it was tender and comforting. I've had the same dream before, some time ago.

Guess I should go and get some lunch, and maybe play with my 'peekaboo poledancing kit'- I REALLY appreciated Andy sendign this particular gift to me via work stores. I've not done anything today, but I feel like getting out of here, there's some ghosts I can't quite see lingering in my head still.

Heavy gravity

One day, maybe when I'm about 65, I might actually finish my velocity model/ gravity model, and have something worth writing a thesis on. Its going alright, I just want it done, I feel like putting my foot through the monitor every time something doesn't look right (every 5 mins then).

I have yet another cold, and I'm feeling pretty crappy, but I'm goign to go out wed/thurs/fri, so that should kill/cure me. I'll try not to get hammered and tell Naoise what 'lovely eyes' she has this time! Poor girl!!

Andy gets home a week tomorrow, hurray! And I have to pick him up at 0620, boo!

Back to the modelling...

The Roaches

Our head torches cut thick, white cones ahead of us, stopping abruptly against a wall of inpeneratable fog. We followed the path to the hut, each isolated in our own small puddle of light. The hut windows made hazy yellow beacons, and gave the building a strangly sinister appeal, like the lone house that is always conveniently located on a desolate moor, when a young horror-film couple experience mechanical difficulties. The mist pushes against the crenulations and boulders that form the structure of this odd hut. We shut out the cold with doors and beer.
The next morning, the crag is still damp from the touch of the fog, but the sky is clean and cold. The hut is right at the bottom of the crag, so we can oscillate between cold climbs, and hot tea and toast. We climb until it is dark, and I am minorly humiliated when I get stuck in a tiny squeeze chimney at the top of a route. After much swearing, giggling, bruising and sheadding gear, I finally give up, and plop back out of the hole. This was despite Will's best efforts at pushing me up. He spent a considerable ammount of time standing between my flailing legs, causing him to comment that he felt 'like a gynaecolagist'.. nice. We got drunk and giggled the eavening away, helped by obscene conversation and bangers and mash.
The next day broke, and we once again found ourselves in a whiteout. Cormac swore lots, and was emotionally bullied into makeing tea for everyone. The mist lifted, and we finally went back to the crag. Sarah taught me how to prussik up a rope, which meant I spent a long time spiraling and bouncing on the bottom of her very strechy rope, and moving in any direction other than up. After that, Cormac led us up Valkyrie. I managed the first pitch, despite falling several times near the start of the route. I sat on the belay ledge shivering, as Sarah sped up the route. Cormac began the nasty traverse at the start of the second pitch, and the fog closed in again. He eventually back off, and we ab'd off back to earth. By this time, I was very tired and cold, and was finding concentrating a challenge. We warmed up with cheese on toast, and reflected on what an awesome weekend it had been. God, I love these weekends- why can't real life be like them!?

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I have another cold, so every time I sit down I want to go to sleep- drving up to the Roaches and camping for 2 night should be fun then! I went and did my journalist act on wednesday, covering a talk by Simon Singh for local school kids. It was awesome- I intervied him (briefly)- he had said earlier in the talk that he didn't like geologist, so that gave me a nice opening line :0). I've written the article, and I'm pleased with it, so I thought I'd post it:

...except it's not letting me paste into this window, bloody blogger!

Ah well, life's pretty good. Had a minor argument with Andy last night, which obviously sucked, but he did ring back later to apologise. I don't know what's going on there, and it is worrying me, but hopefully it'll all sort itself out soon.

Yay!

27 mins 4 secs- not a bad time for my first 5k :0)

I'm all cocky now and thinking about half-marathons... could get dangerous!

I sorted things out with Andy too- just a combination of him being distracted and me being horribly insecure. We are all smiley now :0). I also saw the Incredibles and Anchorman yesterday- both hillarious :0)

Ahhh, the joy of not feeling like crap!!

Fuck!!

This is fucking stupid!! I REALLY want to get my model finished, but I can't concentrate on anything. Where the fuck is he?! I've even emailed another guy in the dept. to ask if he's seen him in the last two days. This is doing my head in. I feel like shit, I think I'm getting a cold.