YOLO: You're Doing It Wrong

YOLO
Abbreviation for: You Only Live Once

The dumbass's excuse for something stupid that they did. Also one of the most annoying abbreviations ever.
Urban Dictionary


I wasn't the only one filled with an inexplicable rage over YOLO - stupid people aren't any more stupid for coming up with a word to describe their stupidity, it was just highlighted by this meme that stupid people are justifying their poor choices by ignoring a life of achievements to feel like taking another pill, downing another six pack or getting in that strangers van was a good decision. It also explains why when I saw the Lion King again recently that I had one of those moments, "What the hell is wrong with Simba? Hakuna matata? That is a cowardice attitude, not carefree!" I used to love that movie. I'm not so sure now that Simba reminds me of all the retarded YOLOs out there. It's similar to "Live every day as if it is your last," which I have also never trucked with.




pictured: a selfish coward that only does the right thing when he realises he'll never get laid again if he keeps hanging out with meerkats and warthogs. I think a revised version should have Nala taking over Pride Rock.


I say no to all of this. Hell no. You know why? Because you never achieve any long term goals that way. And sure, long term goals require all this effort, preparation and denying yourself the 'simple pleasures'... but when you weigh the rewards of immediate self gratification (I'm a gonna eat this pie!) against six months of healthy eating, gym time and self care, I'd take the increased fitness, muscle definition and higher levels of feeling great about myself over three hundred instances of "That sure was a nice pie." As long as I don't get hit by a bus or something unfortunate I'm going to live a longer, better quality life than all those pies would have bought me. 

I don't actually eat a lot of pies even at the height of pie consumption,
I just really like saying the word "pie".

Anyway. Writing a blog seems to take up an inordinate amount of time that is compounded by the fact that my Copious Free Time is pretty minimal. The good thing about that is that the reason I'm time poor is because I'm either skating, gyming, socialising, working or sleeping/napping. I feel pretty great about not having a lot of time, and knowing I need to be on top of my game every day for either skating, gym or simply staying awake through a movie keeps me from over indulging in areas that have negative consequences.

It's kind of like a self regulating system that is keeping me on track for long term achievements. I am also loving living by The Big Picture; eating a stir fry instead of maccas, going to the gym rather than watching cartoons, walking instead of driving around the corner... it helps of course that my arm definition is slowly creeping back (and I'm so close to that first full pull up), my neighbours make amazing, healthesque foods and I am decidely given over to roller derby. Currently life is all gym times, occassionally spending time at my work desk and going to Nationals.

Did I mention we're going to Nationals this weekend? I'm excited. I'm hoping some time next week to post a blog explaining how amazing it all was. 

YOLO. Doing it right this time.

 

Rolling On a River

Damn but it's been a busy time. I foolishly think I may find some time in the future for various side projects that have been waiting for ages, but I have niggling doubts about that for some reason.


Just touched back in Auckland after being in Adelaide for the Great Southern Slam. My team did exceptionally well, we scored the second best points ratio (32%) against VRDL who won, (Sun State came second place with 58%) and no one else did better than 23%. I say it in percentages because some of the games were 40 minutes and some were 60, and I figured it was the best way of representing our achievement. Due to our pooling we actually walked away with a ninth place ranking instead of third, we could have beaten those other six if we'd gotten to play them! We still got to play a great game against VRDL and a challenging (or interesting might be a better word) against New Castle.

What the ARDL might look like in a couple of years.
Just saying.

I'm not overly concerned. I watched the game and know how good the ARDL are. We have a couple of sophomores and rookies coming through the ranks being trained by the top coaches this side of the ditch to add to a formidable lineup, so... watch this space.

The weekend was amazing and I learnt a lot (about everything, not just derby) that I will be able to use to my advantage. There were other considerations that were highlighted by the stress of the tournament as well which we can work through to our benefit going forward - it was new for any of the rookies (and us sophomores) to either lose a game or even have a close match. I learnt when I was a kid that things like this don't have to be viewed negatively, they can be seen as learning opportunities for us to grow and develop skills we otherwise would not need as we puddle around NZ playing other leagues.

A woman's work is never done...

Anyway. The Derby was fantastic. I played a "No Minors" game as a ringer for West Australia, jammed against New Castle (who said nice things to me about my skating afterwards!) and yelled myself hoarse at Light City who took our rookies for a spin. Then some other stuff happened, we went to the zoo, and I'm back in Auckland for about 36 hours - enough time to grab a snack, a nap and wash a piece of clothing or two.




And then.
I went to the gym this afternoon.

When I think about it now, nothing was going to stop me. After my first game at Americarnage or Carmageddon or whatever it was in New Plymouth, I felt a drive to improve. Don't get me wrong, when I started last year I wanted to be a derby star and was in the middle of trying to be a selfish bint, so I just wanted to be good for me. But after my first game the pieces fell into place with the ARDL... I wanted to be the best... for them. I've always been much more highly motivated by doing things for other people than myself, so at this point I surged ahead in my personal development towards derby. Now, after TGSS, this has happened again with a refinement in what I consider the league needs from me more than anything.

I am pushing forward. Hard, without pause, I can see the steps I need to take and keep running to hit them as quickly as possible. We're on a cool down after TGSS to drink, sleep or do whatever... and the only thing I want to do on my first day off? Gym. Skate. Improve.

Fortunately for me after returning from the gym I had plenty of time to grab some kit together and get a teeny bit of jam skating in at a Queerlesque event. Everything just happened for me today, including getting a nice discount on a Belkin surge protector, banana loaf and seeing Cindy of Samoa (today has been all win, and tomorrow morning I'm being taken to Rarotonga - it's a tough life but someone's gotta live it)

But back to my point.
I thought I wanted to be the best jammer I could be for the ARDL, and that was what I was working towards. I see it differently now, I see more clearly what the league needs from me and it isn't just another jammer. There's more than our skating ability out on the track.

Dad: You're not a team of champions, you're a champion team.

Psychological Indulgences

Wow, I've been busy. My league is going to the Australasian tournament in June for roller derby and we've been fundraising, training and hanging out something fierce.

But enough about Derby,

I kinda love my life at the moment. And yes, this is something we should all do, all the time… but it’s not always easy. Well it’s been super easy for me lately. Every time I stop and think, “My life couldn’t be anymore boss right now,” aside from having an aside to myself, “Stop saying ‘boss’ all the time,” my life gets all uppity,

“You think this is the best you can do? You think you’re peaking? Well guess what! You’re not!”

What if we made it FOUR forks?

then things get even better.

It’s a little horrible in one way as I know people who are going through some real life bad times, evictions, illness, craziness, legal stuff…. Whoa! Life just got real for some people. People I love and care about, but damn, I can’t do a damn thing to help them. It makes me feel like I should celebrate my successes quietly, as I don’t want to be all, “Hey! I just got the lease on this awesome place I really wanted and… oh. You’re still being evicted. And all I’m doing is moving my lazy arse out of home, not like I don’t have options.”

But anyway. Part of my enjoyment at the moment is from the level of contrast. Here I am, thinking of a highly professional and responsible way to email my tenants and explain to them that due to increases in my insurance and rates that I’m putting their rent up (Sidebar: not true, I’m moving out and just want more money to subsidise my own rent as I’m paying my upper limit). Nek minute, I’m giggling in excitement as this evening we are dressing up in furry animal onesies and going to an outdoor movie screening.

Dealing with my tenants. Getting excited about animal onesies. I love it, it makes me want to laugh and fills me with happy

And why shouldn't it? I've always been conscious in my life that the decisions I make effect me - not a steller realisation but I see a lot of people who seem to not understand this very basic concept. If I decide to shove my hand in a fire, I'm going to own my burns because that's what I wanted. I own all my decisions despite their outcome being positive or negative because they're what I chose. I have found the simple act of owning yourself supports making positive, forward moving decisions. If you blame external forces, it's easy to stagnate. If you're only looking to yourself for answers, you better be moving forward or want to be standing still. I haven't been able to slow down for a beat since I took 100% responsibility for my life.

When Life Gives You Hell....

My life has been stretched to it's limits in all directions at the moment.

Work is troublesome, but I just don't care about the issues we're facing (the strikes are like force majeure, what do you expect us to do? Sue God?) It's still quite possibly the most stressful time of my entire career so far. I'm running at partial productivity and feel relatively directionless and unsupported. Not a good thing. But that's just work. Work's not terribly important to me in the scheme of things. It just pays the bills and gets me out of bed in the morning. Well, most days.

Derby has been fantastic. Sure, a few bumps in the road but considering the skaters I hang out with... yes. I'm going to feel on the back foot a lot. It doesn't matter to me how long I've been skating for, I predominantly see my self in terms of competency compared with my teammates. It sets the bar pretty high for me - I have a lot of respect for what they can do. Other than the skating, spending time with my team has been thoroughly enjoyable... and lately, a bit of a necessity for my sanity...

I can't discuss those things that are not my own story, and for some people that's the worst kind of 'sharing', there are no juicy details to sink your teeth into. Like you care about my 'problems' if I don't divulge who slept with who's sister at so-and-so's wedding (I'll be honest though, I'm talking about real problems. Not TV soap type problems). If you have been next to someone go through a very personal and difficult trial, you'll know it's not your place to share that story - it's not yours to give, and some people will always keep it close, keep it safe. I've had several things happen around me lately that have impacted on me (although not to me). It's hard because part of me needs the respite, it feels heavy inside carrying these pieces of knowledge, but they're not mine to put down.

It has slowed me down. Having unexpected bumps come out of left field - some were "no fault" situations, just pure stupid bad luck, others were.... far, far more dark and concerning. It's predominantly the snowballing effect, there's so much going on all over the show that I just need to remember to keep my feet. I can't let this get me, I can't. I don't have time to be got.

Do not want.

It'll be cool - just need to get through this week, Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday are sorted so that I'll be away from my troubles and then Friday I can sleep in then escape the city. Time has a wondrous healing factor and then I only have a few days back in Auckland before we jet off again for Blood and Thunder. April 14th we have our first public home game, so much excitement. I'm also hopeful that it'll be the same weekend to be accepted into a flat that would be perfect for all my work/derby/central Auckland requirements.

So much will be happening to restore balance in my mind and make me significantly more satisfied overall, and shortly. I just hope I don't push too hard to escape the bad situations and let any of the negativity spill over into any other areas.

Joining the Wonderbolts

Obviously the league isn't called the Wonderbolts, I just use that analogy because Rainbow Dash is so enamoured by them as the ultimate flyers that she looks up to - which is how I feel about my league so it seemed fitting, and Rainbow Dash is a recent cartoon inspiration of mine. She's always pushing the boundaries of her own abilities to be better.

Plus she's a bit of an arrogant dick at times.

like, phoomfh.

Training is one thing, but as I mentioned the social aspect was flooring too. It caught me off guard, I only just realised recently my emotional defences have been completely down for about six months (explains several things I was overly upset about during this time), which meant that when good things happened, wow, they completely blew my mind. 




It reminded me of that feeling when you start a new relationship with someone and you realise that you're self destructively ignoring all the other aspects of your life, but you actually just don't care because your significant other is proving all your immediate happinesses and it's too good to pass up. I'm an adult though, so I made an effort to not just let go of everything else in my life. I'll need my other friends to bring to fundraisers anyway.

You know what? You look like you'd be good at Derby. You should totally play.

I feel like I left it on a slightly bitter note last time. I didn't mean to, but rewriting it to take the tone out seemed like a hassle. Basically I don't have to interact with dropkicks anymore these days because I'm hardly ever doing dropkick activities, so 'writing people off' as I so eloquently put it isn't something that I've done for a long time. I still get burnt by having higher expectations of people than they are able to carry out but I've made my peace with that. Sometimes people rise to the challenge and I like to encourage people to be better.

My favourite thing is encouraging people to think

So about twelve months ago I ran into a girl at a bar and we spent the better part of an evening talking about a little bit of everything. It was an after party for a Derby game and unsurprisingly, Derby came up at some point. She asked why I hadn't joined up - to be honest, ideally I would have joined up way back in 2008 but I was still recently reborn into the big wide world of Doing Things again and hadn't quite gotten my skates on at that point. Fast forward from there: I started going to Learn to Skate classes in mid July, two weeks before the Freshmeat intake started, then passed my WFTDA skills in November.

Almost immediately after passing my skills test I was staring down the barrel of a three month "holiday" from skating. I couldn't cope with that, not so soon after the high of the discovery and achievements in the sport I was so excited about. It felt like we'd been cut loose for the summer. With Derby fever in my blood, I went straight to a source to get a fix.

I had loved my Freshmeat class and had a fire for skating burning in my belly, so skating with an alternative league who couldn't put their skates down either attracted me like a moth to flame. Their training and coaching style was so different, and the dynamic more open and clear to those standing on the outside of the circle, I felt a tug. I thought I had enjoyed Derby before, and I hadn't even known what I was missing! It was like I'd been eating pastry all this time and suddenly discovered that you could actually have pie instead. There was all this delicious filling that rounded it out and made so much sense.

To a certain extent, I felt like they had been waiting for me. I felt wanted and appreciated all of a sudden, which was strange because one of the things I noted most strongly when I started Freshmeat was the sense of community. This was like the next step - not just the sense of community, but an actual thriving community; undeniable, exciting, determined and fun. Back to the pie analogy, it was like everything about Derby was being filled out for me, it was no longer hollow (and I had thought it was pretty damn amazing even then!)

How could I have thought that it would have been any different? Like the start of all good relationships we both cautiously waited for the other to make the first move. Time forced things forward, and I knew what I had to do. I had promised myself to give Derby 150% this year, to see what I could get out of it (you get what you give). Watching the Wonderbolts.... to not throw my chips in with them would have been cutting myself off at the knees. I was never going to be able to find my potential anywhere else.

New Life, New Outlook

It's not really new, but then for the last eighteen months things have been changing so rapidly I've only spent brief moments deeply reflecting on everything that's different now. I almost avoid it as it makes me start to leak eye water, and I already appreciate the change of situation. I have a lot more love and happiness in my life than before, I've become one of those people I used to loathe... those people who seem to know what they're doing, where they're going and are happy about everything that occurs around them.

Just like a triceratops in space. Like you'd question him.

I was pretty angry with myself at the end of 2010. I was angry because I had done nothing since 2008. I was surrounded by people who had done nothing, were going no-where, and spent all their time be-moaning the fact that life was so mean and hard. I let myself get sucked into it, externalising the lack of achievements and brooding internally on failure. I finally snapped, I knew it when I was having thoughts that there was something wrong with me because I wasn't drug-f*cked all the time. Everyone around me was, but at least they had an excuse for being drop kicks! I didn't. So I was mad at myself. Mad at what I'd become. Frustrated that I'd wasted my potential and denied myself a life for so long. I had my reasons and the circumstance was different but.... these are just excuses.

It also put me in the right mindset to become enthralled with Ponies

So I dumped my girlfriend, dumped my waster 'friends', re-established healthy relationships, got the promotion, bought the house, secured travel, returned to martial arts, sold all my furniture, sold the car, bought an adventure van, and just bolted out of the gate.


I felt like I'd been unfettered and all I wanted to do was run, and I still am (metaphorically because I still hugely dislike actual running).


I initially had a lot of things to fix, a lot of things I had put off - my time was filled with rebuilding a life that I could be proud of. It was hard, until I hit breaking point I thought I didn't have the strength or the skills to make it work. But I did, and every step I took pulled me out of the dark and into a world that had been waiting for me all this time. Waiting for me with opportunities, friends, love, fun, adventure and levels of daily awesomeness that I could not have even begun to fathom were accessible to the middle class citizens of the world. Then I realised what had happened, my outlook had changed. Dealing with everyone wasn't a chore anymore, my job wasn't dragging me away from laying in bed all day, going away wasn't an expensive hassle... the further away I got from my old life the more bad habits and poor attitudes I saw I had been indulging in, and it spurred me on faster. I couldn't get far enough away, quick enough. The quickest route away from my old life?

I don't want to be superwoman,
I just want to be a woman and be super.

Up.

And once I was on that trajectory, nothing was gonna stop me.





So now I keep myself surrounded by people I respect and enjoy. For some things my tolerance has been utterly levelled - I will instantly write off some people without consideration. Part of me wishes I could offer more acceptance but at the end of the day, that kind of person isn't worth a second of my time anyway. I've paid my dues, rather unnecessarily, and for my own sake the only people I want to associate with either make me feel good about myself, or I make them feel good about themselves. I don't think it's unreasonable to use those bench marks for drawing a line between "we can be friends," and "get off my porch before I brain you with a spade and do society a favour,"

Unless you're a zombie. Then I'll grab the chainsaw instead

Day Sixty One: You Read It Here First

You either know what I did for the circus,
or whatever you can imagine will be more entertaining

That's right. Day Sixty One. We all know what that means, I haven't back dated and I've missed a few days.


Don't get me wrong, I'm shattered as hell, learnt a basketful of new things, had joys, disappointments, a lot of beer, a cake pop and got to use my aprons for the first time since I worked for the circus. 




I've finally become too busy to be convinced taking time out of my other activities to run the blog every day is worthwhile. I expect things to stay this way, beyond my control, until mid-July. By late July I'll probably have a few things backed up that I've been putting off since March to catch up on. So.... who knows when I'll next be swamped by freetime to do as I please. Pretty sure even then that returning to a daily blog will not be close to the top of the list. Maybe eighth. I have a variety of other seemingly disconnected tasks I want to complete first and it's hard enough finding time to take the desk downstairs and resand/varnish it without wondering if that could be counted as "Fitness": yes, carrying a computer desk down/up two flights of stairs by myself is a good workout.

Instead of going through the 'five tasks of Rachel', I'll just touch on the last three days.

Now, one sleeping panda cub just doesn't seem cute enough

Weekends. They're ruining me for the work week. How dare they.

On Friday night I was feeling decidedly uninspired about skating. Not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't want to have my feet fail on me during the weekend - plus I was feeling decidedly like having a nap instead (which seems to be happening a lot lately). I managed to drag my sleepy, uninterested arse to the rink after playing around with the van for a while (seems I may have broken another engine mount. This is not representative of my driving ability that I break one every other year). Public skate was fun times, I met someone from Taupo! I feel a bit like an ignorant schmuck that I didn't know Taupo had a league. But then I'm still new to the intricacies of derby myself, even if I've had a passing acquaintance with it for longer than my skating career. There was a bit of discussion about a Zombie Derby movie, as tempting as it all is this is one of those 'When I have some time' projects, which at the moment runs to a few minutes every other Wednesday, and ten minutes on one in four weekends. Anyway, we had a good time at the rink.


Saturday the ARDL hosted an open scrimmage, which I have to admit was a big learning curve. Logically, a large part of me assumes that a scrimmage like that shouldn't be so different from a game, but I'd be hard pressed to say that there was much in common with what we did that day and what we did vs Swamp City. It's great seeing myself and the team in varied situations, I still have a lot to learn just about me, as well as how my skill and attitude interact with the rest of the team on the track. My only concerns are how much I can really take on board and master at a single time, it's like when I know what I want my feet to do but they don't know how yet... learning how everyone deals with the mental side of the game and how to behave appropriately in the middle of a stressful situation is also key. I can certainly adapt that side a lot quicker than I seem to be able to teach my feet what I want them to do. We had a deconstruction on Sunday and during the downtime at the rink we had a bit of a mess around. Nothing wrong with a little jam skating and 'just for show' whips.

Then we threw a Bitchin' Bingo fundraiser on Saturday night almost straight after the scrimmage. We had a great time, I remembered how to be a kitchen wench in short order, then various other trivial events transpired, like chip throwing and general hilarity.

I still get a little misty eyed about the whole thing - I can't believe it's only been a couple of months, I have a lot of pride in myself that I sucked it up and made the right choice. Part of me thought I wasn't ready, the other part of me was intimidated as all hell, a little star struck and could see the ARDL is where I wanted to be. All the little things like being nice to me, having blue and white as their colours and generally being totally awesome were just bits of icing and candy on top of the cake. 

A little like this, but with more drowning

Sunday just kicked off the same again, training was a bit subdued and more reflective, it had already been a long weekend by Sunday morning. That  afternoon we headed over to Special K's place, lured under the promise of a welcome spa only to find the water areas were due for maintenance, so while we couldn't have a spa we did make an eight person whirlpool in the swimming pool. Next time, we gotta aim for eleven at least. We headed back to the Castle for pizza and a movie, which is great because I was highly capable of sitting and not much else by then.




I'll leave how that impacts on my emotional scars from years gone by at a later point. It's a hard trial getting back into work after a weekend like that, that's enough to deal with right now

Day Fifty Seven: Oh, the Monotony...

Every day.

Every single day.

Much like cookie-cutter housing, it makes me want to shoot myself in the face

I'm starting to chaff at the bit about the blog. I'm not even convinced how rigidly I'm holding myself to the goals, especially after failing to eat a proper breakfast at work all week. So the weetbix isn't on my desk as a constant reminder. I don't know how much of it is just that work itself has finally driven me into apathy so any non-fun obligations have become highly abhorrent, or that the p90x in and of itself has run out of steam in this trooper.

I still feel like I've improved. My sleep and diet have really skyrocketed out of the depths of studentdom (finally, four years later...) into something resembling "Acting like a responsible Adult" which yes, we all know helps make you fitter, stronger, faster, better. My mindset has changed in regards to Aikido and Derby - both in my interpretation of my achievements and my behaviour at training.

I feel like I wanted this to shift me into a better position to launch out of the blocks and really own this year. Yes, we're into March already, but I think I've made some fantastic progress and am in the best position to give my everything to all the challenges, adventures, the expected and unexpected that this year is throwing my way.

So. Day Fifty Seven. I'll keep doing this until I know one way or the other, I'm not going to abandon it until it's sure.


Fitness: How times have changed. Seriously. I spend enough time in the dojo and on sports court that finding time outside of that is hard. Like cinder block hard.

Aikido: Thwarted. We were meant to be doing jo work! Anyway, instead we did step-by-step hip throws. I'm atrocious at hip throws so it was good to go through them slowly and broken down. Pity about my whiplash, it made it hard on one side to get the correct arm movement.

Derby: Can not believe I didn't know how to backwards swoop. I'm very comfortable going backwards, even cutting sideways (backwards lateral leaps? yarr) but swoops? Technical deficiency. I'll chalk this up to needing to work on my swoops in general - other than that and dealing a blow to Pow's face (which she returned with a much higher success rate as I leaked blood profusely afterwards) it was an interesting training session. Not sure I really felt like anything really clicked, nor did I feel like I underperformed. It all felt... middling. Which is fine... but... not what I'm aiming for. It all just needs a bit more practice. And get lower. I need to grab one of the league and get them to drill waitressing with me anyway. I think it's a skill I could pick up easily and put to good use.

Diet: Tea, then muesli and pears with syrup for breakfast. I meant to buy some snacks while I was out for lunch but that became a bit skewed so I came home and made prawn fried rice. I wanted a couple of chips before it was ready, and accidently opened a mammoth bag of chips. I thought it was one of those multipacks! Then I exhibited little to no self control and ate significantly more chips than necessary. Then had some prawn fried rice, which I also doubled for dinner after training. A tropical frozen fruit juicie for dessert.

Sleep: Woke up around 8am and waited until my alarm went off at 8.45am (I went and got some tea while I was waiting). Felt a little tired around 5pm but more likely due to my activities and activity level than being actually sleepy. It's just about 12am now, and I want some more sleep now.

I just really like the concept of napping
It suggests a high level of contentment

I really want to change up my activities to supplement the current monotony of my schedule. I'm hopeful several things are coming up that will assist that happening in a big way, with minimal effort. We'll see.

Day Fifty Six: Sick Day

nrrrgggh

If there's anything I enjoy less than being a statistic, it would be being in a lot of pain. I managed through to about 1pm when it occurred to me that I wasn't going to do anything other than sit at my desk and be miserable all afternoon, so I may as well do that in my bed instead.

It was mildly more tolerable once I got home. I feel like I'm wasting my off time by not tidying my room, mostly because I struggle with the concept of being physically incapacitated. Rest and recovery? What now?

Reminder to self: I can tidy my room tomorrow. Or Sunday. Who cares. It was definitely time for a nap this afternoon.







Fitness: Hell no. The worst thing about all of this is actually becoming physically uncoordinated. Like my mind misjudges every movement I attempt to make. I can't even play computer games as my perception becomes too skewed.

Aikido: No training

Derby: No skating

Diet: Banana cake, tea, a biscuit, part of a mammoth sandwich before my body shut down. When I got up around 7pm I had noodles, dumplings and some eggs for dinner. Then I found a stray muesli bar on the floor - double bonus. Don't have to find a home for it tomorrow when I tidy.

Sleep: I felt fine again this morning when I got up. When I got back home around 2pm I curled back up into bed to sleep through the worst of feeling like I'd been hit by a sack of bricks. Napped from around 3pm till 6pm interspersed with some cartoons. Just gone 12.30am now, I want to make a move on Thursday as I have the day off (how convenient) so will need to try and get some real sleep soon. I'm hoping the napping won't have thrown me out too much as I have a lot to get through tomorrow...



Still so much to look forward to. Probably would have felt much better about today if I knew where my pain killers were and had eaten about twenty of them. Ah well, sick leave has to be used somehow, this seems good enough.

Day Fifty Five: Everyone's In the Same Boat

ah huh

The Strikes are actually starting to wear me down. Everything is. I don't often need a break from work but at the moment I'm no longer interested in anything shipping related. I think tomorrow I might tidy my desk instead - it'll be more fun and engaging I'm sure. I feel like even my wit is being compromised by the impact of the MUNZ strikes. Seriously guys. It's a port, it's going to be shift work. All Lines plan their vessel calls months in advance, and ships don't randomly turn up without prior knowledge (they're kinda slow). Plus it's not really "Outsourcing" if Ports of Auckland has contracted an Auckland based, 100% NZ owned company to hire other Aucklanders to run Wiri Inland. Basically, you have it easy. You don't know how easy. But you're pissing it all away because of... what? You don't like shift work and the truckers aren't your friends? One has to ask why on earth you got into dock work in the first place then.  
Rant over.

I'll be quick. 

Fitness: Gotta love Tuesdays and their 16 - 17 hours of go time. An hour in Aikido and two hours skating today.

Aikido: We did an hour of jo work, the first ten suburi. This was made all the more entertaining as I had just read 30 issues of The Walking Dead, and so every strike I was imagining I was attacking zombies. You have got to get your form right then, no second chances. I need to know these ten moves for my next grading and it was great to have a full hour on them.

Derby: Low energy tonight but I am pretty happy with most things. I'm learning more situational / experience things in some of the drills and pushing myself to not let someone go until the bitter end. I was cautious on the hockey stops tonight as the floor seemed a bit gammy and then later in the evening my wheels came away from the floor sideways when I pushed down too hard. I wonder if I should get a full set of 88s to roll on, or maybe they just need a little more breaking in and a clean...

Diet: I cheaped out on tea, biscuits and a fruit smoothie for breakfast, plus some bits of banana cake. I went to lunch early and made a mammoth sandwich, then drank more tea through out the afternoon. I had two chocolate milk, an apple and another mammoth sandwich around training/dinner time. Then more banana cake when I got home. I'll need to make some more banana cake this weekend. Attempting to get the vegan version of it right, I think I know what it needed to turn out better. Trial and error...

Sleep: So surprising levels of up and go today despite being short changed no the sleep side. It's gone 12.30am just now and I can't be arsed doing anything else. Time to put in my contacts and slather some deep heat on my shoulders. 

Did I mention that for some reason we didn't do any warm up or stretching at Aikido? It's only occurred to me now that's why my shoulders/arms hurt (because my form is poor - and we didn't stretch) - pretty sure I'm going to hurt like a mofo tomorrow... which is a shame because my sports massage is on Thursday! Ah well. Better late than never.

Day Fifty Four: Bigger Is Better

Even if it's just sniffing glue.
Hopefully then you won't be capable of interacting with me.

Mondays are never particularly exciting goal-wise, and while they're normally quite enjoyable for myself personally there's very little worth sharing about my schedule. Also the majority of non-derby related people I've interacted with over the last couple of weeks have been passive aggressive to me. What is wrong with these people? Seriously. Get a hobby. I'm making an effort to keep doing non-derby things but if people are rude to me my primary response is to never interact with them again.


Aside from that the old CRT has been replaced by a 50" plasma in the lounge, I hardly ever use the TV but when the CRT died I suddenly wanted to play the wii. Now it's hooked up to this beast of a screen and it's just fantastic. Distractions plus plus, I've also started reading the Walking Dead. Which is why I went to sleep so late last night.



Fitness: Ran up the stairs in Britomart again. It's three flights and if my legs aren't tired from training I can spring up them at speed without feeling a thing. I like to use it to judge how my legs are feeling that day, the same way I banana jump in the corridor doorways at work to check my vertical leap. Other than that I have obligations after work so I don't do any training.

Aikido: No training today

Derby: No skating today

Diet: Tea and banana cake for a early breakfast as we were having a shared morning tea for Dobson's birthday. I'm always keen on free food. Buns with cheese, salami, coleslaw, chip dip, and chips (best 'cheap' sandwiches ever) and a couple of glasses of coke. Dinner consisted of steak, salad and potato bits with processed cheese on them, and then fruit salad for dessert. I then ate several pieces of banana cake with chocolate frosting.

Sleep: I got a passable amount of sleep the night before and (as I'm writing this the next day again) 'tonight' I should have gone to sleep a little earlier. The family only left just after 11pm so I had a few things I needed to do before bed, and then I read a few Walking Dead... the problem with single issue comics is the whole, "Just one more..." if they only take six or seven minutes to read. So it was closer to 1am, realistically 1.30am before I would have fallen asleep. With a 6.30am wake up and a minimum 16 hour day for Tuesdays that probably could have been planned better.



It's not like I have an abundance of free time but I really want to play Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn now that the wii is hooked up to a higher definition screen (and it looks like a modern version of Sukoden, which I loved) and I've gotten a little immersed into The Walking Dead pretty quick. I guess it's all about priorities.I'll find the time no doubt...  I'll only need about a hundred hours for these things.

Day Fifty Three: Falling For It

I've been trying not to be entirely too gushy about it but it has to be said. It's like when you get into that first rush of a new relationship, and you know you shouldn't just throw the rest of your life in the bin just because it's getting in the way of time with your brand new, shiny, awesome partner... but then you don't care and kinda let that happen anyway.

Inability to behave rationally starts now

I really enjoy Derby. I really enjoy skating. I love being in a league where we can play and just have a fantastic time. It's highly addictive as well - you know that every time you see them, it's going to be awesome and fun. So you want that more often, at the expense of everything else (other friends, obligations, responsibilities etc).

Fortunately I'm an adult and can see what's happening a mile away. Unfortunately, despite recognising what's happening, I have very little interest in not simply indulging in every opportunity to spend time with the league. Someone tried to say that I'd hit saturation point and then I wouldn't feel this way going forward. I laugh, people who let the sheen come off relationships that make them feel warm fuzzies don't seem to understand that you never actually have to let that go. And why would you? It's the best!




Fitness: Four hours of skating and then a little bit of rough 'n tumble, the PG13 kind (so no, nothing overly exciting) - why is Wonton always there with a camera? Limey and I were keen to climb a thing as well, but very few suitable things were to be found. I am already well over (mentally, not physically) my whiplash and wish it would just go away already. Some planks, a cartwheel (which abruptly ended as a 'high fall' as my body became confused) quite a few pushups and a significant amount of general running around.

Aikido: The severe lack of Judo knowledge I have makes me want to cringe every time we end up playing wrestling matches. But no Aikido today.

...

Derby: On my third jump during the Endurance drill I landed poorly - I kept my feet but the shock went through my shoulder and I almost face planted from the pain (whiplash related) which reminded me, it's sure nice to push myself really hard, but damage is damage. We moved onto other drills, which I quite enjoyed, and then a bit of strategy, which was good but personally I felt really mentally disconnected. My mind was elsewhere, and by elsewhere, I mean nowhere. I wasn't even thinking non-related thoughts, just... nothing. It was really hard to drag myself back as well. I have to wonder if it's because I haven't had any mental down time for three weeks.

Diet: Tea, muesli bar for breakfast, then chocolate milk after training. Then off to HQ for a BBQ, so steak, sausages, chips, chips, chips, cheese, hummus, popcorn, possibly grazed on other things and three ciders. Just making up for not having a proper breakfast right.

Sleep: Again, thank you sleep cycle, I'd just sleep in until my alarm without you. I woke up around 8am so I was a little shortchanged on sleep but not feeling any sleep deprivation as a result - mind you today has just been back-to-back awesome, (as was expected) so I'm only just now starting to feel it and yawn a little. Just about 12am, Monday is a 'late start' (not at work, just in my personal schedule) so I can sleep till 7.30am... sounds like heaps to me. Seven hours easy.



This week at work isn't going to be any easier than last week. The only bad thing about having weekends like these are the weekdays in between them! So many amazing events coming up, all in quick succession. It's raining fun times and awesomeness like a storm bomb.

Day Fifty Two: Circles and Navigation

Yea, you know what I did today? Orienteering. And it was just as awesome as this guy makes it look. Heh, I jest, there was significantly more running, me acting like a grumpy sack of potatoes and angry, spikey, vengeful little plants. But the up side is I did a bit of running. 

Fitness: Three hours of... not really running. There was definitely running at some points but a lot of fast tramping around Karekare. My calves / ankles are a bit irritated with me and I'm hoping like anything I stretched them out enough. My whiplash was fine, it spiked up every now and then (not sure if that was random or because of my backpack) but it's been doing that a bit. I slowed up in the last thirty / forty minutes as my ankles were fatigued to the point they weren't auto-correcting if I slipped in the mud/leaf litter. I became paranoid at that point (and justifiably so) as I need my ankles. I'm hoping it was excellent cross-training for Derby. Hopefully I can skate tomorrow. 

Aikido: No training today

Derby: No skating today 

Diet: It had been previously agreed there would be pies for breakfast, so I nicked the last steak & cheese pie. Then a couple of muesli bars, moro bar, hotdog, and some chips kept me going until I got back into town (wait, what? no wonder I ran out of gusto on the track... jebus I should have had some thicker liquid fuel than water at Orienteering) and a lamb roast dinner at the wife's house (courtesy of the wife's boyfriend...) 

Sleep: Foiled! I should have gone to bed earlier, yes, but I had enough time, honestly. Then the "Storm Bomb" rolled in at 6am and woke me up three hours ahead of schedule and rained very loudly on the roof until almost 8am. Not fair. Stupid tin roof. Anyway it's 1.15am now and I have another incredibly busy day tomorrow (I am in high demand at the moment!) and I wanna be on form for all the fun things lined up. 

Seriously. I could do with an extra 60 hours this week to spread across everything so I stand a chance of getting anything done. After checking my calender I can see I may have a spare hour or two in eight days time. 

Day Fifty One: Little Frustrations

And a little late in coming ...

Possibly one of the worst work days I've had in a long time. It's not often I want to stand up, smirk, and yell "This is why you're being made redundant!". It certainly wouldn't have been constructive but it would have made me feel better. For ten seconds. Before I was called in to see a manager.

Or "La la la la la, I can't hear you!" would have been another option.

Fitness: Skating for two hours. No, realistically only one hour. Laziest damn skate session ever. 

Aikido: No training today

Derby: Skateland public skate session. I think I threw a couple of hockey stops but I wasn't feeling it mentally so I didn't do anything else. Argh, stupid co-workers, if they just did their jobs they wouldn't have so many problems instead of bitching at my team who carried out their tasks above and beyond the call of duty.

Diet: Tea, biscuits, more muffins, left over butter chicken, mammoth sandwich, more biscuits, then noodles and dumplings for dinner again. Effort - minimal.

Sleep: I should have taken a nap at lunch, not for sleep purposes but to reset my emotions. It's hard as everyone in the office is on edge (thanks MUNZ) but I was well rested enough. I went to bed a little late but I figured I'd be able to sneak some extra hours in at the other end...



Have I properly insinuated today was crap on a stick? It was. Couldn't even shake it with some skating. That makes me sad.

Day Fifty: Surprise Nap!

I'm having an egotistical moment. Whether it's justified or not will be reflected in the months to come. Limey said I looked different on Tuesday night, now that I'd played my first game, much like after someone has had sex for the first time. I didn't really agree right in that moment as I was in quite a determined mind frame about training at the time. But now, I can feel it settling around me, like my mind has been opened to the possibilities of what I could do. Was I holding back before? Not really. I was limited by what I could imagine due to a lack of experience. I felt the impact of it but was struggling to quantify it (frustration!). Now I know what it is, and it seems surmountable. Hard to put into words - I don't want to be better just for my own sake any longer. I want to be better for the team.  

I feel like an after school special having said that.
Doesn't make it any less true.

Somethings I felt good about, others were a bit more disconcerting. The tendon along the top of my left foot was playing up and really did not want to play "frontal blocking" at all. Other than that, fortunately the whiplash doesn't really impact on Derby, I was concerned some of the drills would be uncomfortable, but they weren't any more painful than if I'd just been standing there.



Fitness: Hour of Aikido, two hours of skating. We discussed the differences in training, (for the sake of training/weight loss etc) and training for a sport when you need those same muscles at full capacity for games and the like. I feel a research day coming on.

Aikido: We had a lot of close focus on improving forward rolls, which I loved, because one of my goals for Aikido is to get my rolling to the point I can do it on hard surfaces without issue. The only thing was I can't roll over my left shoulder at the moment so my right got all the attention! Then we did a lot of one particular technique for the rest of the session, which is unusual but freed me to really get some core aspects of it.

Derby: I arrived at the court with a bucket load of determination and identified several areas where my feet or weight don't move the way I want. It's cool. Reminder to self that if we were all perfect we wouldn't go to training. Being able to concisely identify what I want/need to work, aimed at becoming more of a team asset, is a step up from just randomly picking individual skills to hone. My hockey stops are coming along nicely, the right is progressing to almost functional and the left is still in the beginning stages my right went through, so I assume that means it just needs a little more time (and effort) to catch up. Not a surprise, just something to note. They still remain at the top of the list of new skill to have nailed by Day Ninety. It will happen.

Diet: Weetbix, banana, two muffins (Thank you, Ports of Auckland!) some tea and biscuits for breakfast. And then I had a mad hankering for butter chicken and cheese naan... I hardly ever get cravings for Indian food. Anyway so I went and got that for lunch, forgot to secure any training snacks so only had water until I got home for dinner, when I had chicken wrapped in bacon. I was hugely disappointed we didn't have any brie, but this is my fault. So I ate two pieces of processed cheese instead. Not particularly healthy but necessary fuel replacement. Ah. And two blackberries.

Lunch time. I thought, "I'll just watch an episode of ponies..."
and I was asleep before the hydra tried to kill them all.

Sleep: I got up at 7ish after six hours sleep then coma'ed at work during my lunch break. It was strange, normally I feel tired and nap as a result, but I wasn't tired.. I was sleepy. This has only ever happened to me three times before. Being sleepy is weird to me.




That being said it's just gone 11.30pm so it's totally time to go to bed right now. Clean, fed, blogged, DONE. 

Day Forty Nine: Tough Like a Tonka Truck

Wednesdays. My least favourite day of the week. More so than usual as my work amounted to data entry and cut & paste today.

Wow, and I am having a massive mind-blank. I've been trying to find Slayer or Slayer-in-Training guides online and no one has produced such a document (that I could find in under ten minutes) except for tidbits like, "slay with style" which followed "buy the right clothes"... sigh. I kind of get the feeling crossfit is similar but without the vampire killing focus. I have to ask, where's the fun in that?

Fuck Twilight. Let's go kill some vampires.
That's the right thing to do.

I'm feeling pretty good despite my damages - I went out to look at a place for rent but there was a lot of competition and I didn't feel like putting on half the show the gay guy did (seriously? Seriously) so I went and got some deepheat and watched cartoons.







Fitness: I feel a bit more driven after Tuesday, (or maybe after the weekend, I can't even remember anymore) it might have had something to do with Pixie laying with her head in the chillibin inbetween jams to throw up into, but when she was out on the track she was a force of nature. I'm passingly fit. Passingly. I want a lot more in my reserves than that. No one strives to be average (or if they do, jebus, I'm sorry, we should set up a charity). At the same time I know it's pointless driving myself into the ground every day. Every other day should be fine. So I took it easy today, I just played about on the stairs a little.

Aikido: No training today. The last two days I've been filled with a horror of considering putting Aikido on hold while I chase down my Derby high. I'm furtively trying to convince myself this is a terrible idea. Aside from my commitments I feel I take a lot from Aikido and use it constructively in a Derby sense.

Derby: No skating today. And it rained. I look out the window at QE 2 square and wonder how damp the ground is and think sad thoughts.

Diet: I skipped on breakfast as tea and biscuits don't count, but my late starts throw me a bit (Structure! I need structure!!) but I had left over parsnip/chicken/bacon/leek/can't even remember what else mix. Then another mammoth sandwich of hummus, brie, ham, red onion and love. For some reason I wanted something I could eat with chopsticks again tonight (next I'll be refusing to eat food that isn't a favourite colour or some similar garbage) so I made noodles with egg, dumplings and bok choy, plus a beer. It was totally a beer night.

Sleep: I lay in bed until about 9am then decided I should head into work. It's just gone 12.10am now, so I've been a bit of a slacker and need to hit the hay. I've been more or less resting all evening though so I feel fine... but then, that's just an excuse and we aren't down with those.

Day Forty Eight: Not Just Me

These people are making me bored
and it's all their fault.

All of yesterday I wanted to turn on everyone and yell abusively, "Why aren't you being more entertaining and engaging?" but this is generally considered highly unacceptable work behaviour and although my family would act like nothing unusual had happened, it's certainly not something I do with any regularity.



Fortunately I know it's not just me. After the high of a weekend like the one just past, getting back to the mundane is not an easy task. As an adult I'm aware that 'weekends away' are always going to be fantastic, because they'll never run long enough to get septic. Plus we all seem to get along like a house that's on fire, rolling down a hill into an orphanage, which helps.

My point is, if you're going to do something, do it well.
Or alternatively, whatever is happening in this image.

Fitness: So I moseyed about online and yes, it would appear I have text-book variety whiplash. For some inane reason I find this rather entertaining, partly because I keep reliving the brief instance when it happened. I did some shuffling in the elevators but other than that, an hour of Aikido (gentle on the left) and two hours of skating tonight.

Aikido: Sometimes I feel like every other time I turn up to the dojo that I have some inherent brokenness that compromises my training. I am aware I've been in fairly good condition for a few weeks running, so now I am a little bit damaged I can actually indulge it a bit. I always keep training through injury though to keep my muscles from atrophying. I just take it easy on the bit that's sore. Rolling on the right, thrown only on the right. I learnt a very important aspect of a basic move today that will also make it a lot easier.

During the game I felt a little bit like this baby elephant.
Bring on the lions, they're gonna get messed up. 

Derby: I felt really good about tonight. Fortunately the whiplash is all upstairs (shoulder/neck) so my legs are still feeling fine. I don't think I got quite as wrecked in the game as my teammates, but one thing bothered me. During a powerjam, I was knocked down, but Swamp City broke apart their wall and there was a massive gap toward the edge of the engagement zone. All I needed to do was get my toe stops under me and sprint/leap the five feet to clear the pack. But I couldn't. I got my feet under me and skated slowly off instead. I was lucky Swamp City disengaged early (and they looked how I felt at this point). All because my legs weren't strong enough - they were shattered. I pride myself a little on my speed, but I slowed down far too easily and struggled to step it up when I needed to. I know I'm fast, but I need it accessible for gameplay. So when we did pyramids tonight I put it down. Looking back, maybe I could have done even better but it was hard to judge - what I know though is that when it comes to the Endurance, explosive power, acceleration and speed I have a really good idea of what I want from my legs now. A whole lot more. The 'competition' is insane as well. Breaking even with the other jammers is going to take some time and doing, and that's just the first stop on the way up.

Diet: Weetbix and banana for breakfast, plus the sneaky uplifting of enough bananas for the week from the breakroom. I know I need to eat a banana a day otherwise I exhibit low potassium, so I think it's justified - I hardly ever eat the rest of the fruit. I ate a lot of crackers today. Cheesy, not particularly good crackers. Then a muesli bar and some brie before jumping ship to go to the supermarket as I didn't have any sandwichy items left. The new Metro was intriguing, although the deli section was a little upmarket for me. I just wanted some processed meats, I don't need to be highly distracted by grilled artichoke hearts. Don't get me wrong - I love 'em, but damn they were expensive. The eternal student in me goes, "How much per 100grams? And they look heavy! Seven dollars is a lot for a one food item snack." Anyway, so I made a sandwich with two different hummus varieties, high quality ham, brie, red onion on Ploughman's bread. I had a couple of muesli bars and some chocolate milk after Aikido/Derby, then when I came home I cooked together chicken, bacon, leek, carrot, parsnip, pepper and marinade sauce into some sort of... stirfry... thing... all I really wanted was something I could eat with chopsticks (for no apparent reason). It was different but kind of tasty. Nothing wrong with it but I would not cook it again. I need to find a girlfriend to stay at home and cook me food. I think that's probably one of the top things I miss most as a singleton.

Sleep: What the what? It's 1.20am and I just got out of the shower. I've asked for a standard late start on Wednesdays to cover this unavoidable lateness - (home at 11.30pm at the earliest, requiring at a minimum dinner, a shower and faffing about) totally bed time. Alarms off, sleep till I don't needs it no more.



Tonight really helped, getting a good skate on. It was a little subdued owing to various injuries and borderline sniffles but part of me still finds it a little incredible how much I enjoy all the aspects of Derby at the moment. Every corner I turn, every mile stone I reach, for some unfathomable reason I expect there to be a softening of Derby fever as I become more capable, more in control. The complete opposite is happening, the more involved I become, the more involved I want to be.

And I thought popcorn was moreish... 

Day Forty Seven: Awww, Snap, Reality?

Despite the fact I had a most amazing time on the weekend, it felt like a lot longer than three days. That amount of fun would normally be spread over maybe a week or so, and it's left me a little detached from my daily obligations. 

How I feel about work / family

If you need to be told this is probably not good for you...
maybe you need more schooling as much as a new diet.

So I spent most of today re-learning what it's like to be a vaguely responsible member of society. I bought a grabone coupon for a sports massage (yuss please!) and laughed at the NEEDNT list (luncheon sausage? What, people over the age of eight still eat that?). I only really eat 13 out of 49 foods I'm not meant to and even then, they're treats, not dietary staples. 

That sounds a bit elitist. In all reality I care very little about my diet, which is the reasoning behind it being on the 'goal' list. Because I probably should care more. Let me just put that out there because I scoffed a bunch of chips today. 

Fitness: It's hard to even feel vaguely motivated about exercise when bits of you hurt to move through half a rotation. It's probably a good thing I don't use my left arm for much other than leaning on. I can't even play wii as the TV up and died. I have to wait until Friday before it's replaced. First World Problems.

Aikido: No training today.

Derby: No skating today. I looked out the window as I was leaving the house - and it was sunny. Part of me said, "C'mon, take ya skates in today. What else are you going to do?" the other part of me responded with, "Nurse my whiplash until I don't hurt so much, you can damn well wait until tomorrow." So I left my skate gear at home. Because I'm a little scared of myself when I get angry. 

Diet: Two weetbix with a banana - I've used light blue milk for over a year now, but thanks anyway NEEDNT - two cream biscuits and tea, sushi bowl for lunch as I caught up with the wife and exchanged weekend stories, and then for some unholy reason I came back upstairs and consumed vast amounts of peanuts and crisps. Dinner was pork, salad, cauliflower cheese, potato cheese (yes), and a fruit salad with yoghurt for dessert/starters. 

Sleep: I think I have developed possibly the worst sleep habit imaginable. I know my alarm still works, I've tested it. That being said, my alarm hasn't woken me up for the last couple of weeks. Instead, I have a sneaking suspicion that the below sequence of events occurs in the morning.

6.45am - alarm goes off

6.45am and 0.3 seconds - I turn my alarm off without coming completely awake

6.45am and 0.6 seconds - I am asleep without imprinting any memory of the last 0.6 seconds

7.15am - I wake up properly, confused and unsure as to why I slept through my alarm again

Considering I need to leave the house by 7am to be 'on time' for my daily schedule it's kind of annoying - fortunately Mondays don't matter so much. It's always the time spent at work that gets compromised rather than my after school activities, which is fine as "work" isn't on my goal list. Anyway, I got around seven hours last night, which is great because that's all I really needed.





It's actually insanely early for a Monday to be wrapping things up (only 9.30pm) but it feels like time for a shower followed by cartoons. I wanted to do some push ups but my neck/shoulder area is very against the idea. Maybe in a few days... for now, it's hot water and wheat bag time.

Day Forty Six: Wonderbolts Weekend Part 3

Despite another severe lack of sleep, Sunday started quite well, obligatory accommodation clean up, followed by meandering through Taranaki with a sneaky aside of some mildly illegal activities, product placement shots, a huge-az amount of ice cream, dogs and slight detours... I'm still pretty amped about today.

What else can I say? I think I mentioned it in Day Forty Five. Let me reinforce that

I am this happy.

Fitness: We spent most of the day in the car again. Aside from some very animated discussions at various points it was quite a subdued day. Probably unrelated to the lack of sleep or copious amounts of alcohol consumed. I didn't mind too much, I didn't have any plans to be particularly adventurous or active. Admittedly my left shoulder where my neck attaches is completely buggered from the mild whiplash I incurred by slamming into Hannah at speed yesterday (You're alright...). My right knee is sporting the worst bruise I've had in a while from tripping on the dance floor last night as well. I think I may hurt a bit more tomorrow... 

Aikido: No training today

Derby: No skating today. It was definitely a hot topic for discussion with all the curtain raisers yesterday and I do thoroughly enjoy learning some of the intricacies of the leagues and individuals throughout NZ. I'm looking forward to this year a lot, there is so much exciting stuff lined up it's hard to remember I have other priorities like work and family (side yawn).

Diet: I ate a plum, lots of chips and some chocolate milk and muesli bars for breakfast. I didn't really have a strong supply of breakfast stuffs at my disposal and wasn't about to cook anything while we were tidying up the accommodation to leave. We headed to the food court where I grabbed a Tank and finished Pixie's butter chicken (food Jew moment) . A couple of tomatoes, a precooked sausage, ice cream, and a plum got me up to Auckland, and after depositing everyone home I caved and got maccas when I headed back to my own house, deluding myself I'd make prawn fried rice later that evening. Instead I prepared some eggs on toast when I got hungry around 10.45pm. Classy. That rice is gonna have to wait until Wednesday. 

Sleep: I should be feeling significantly more tired than I am considering the level of damage and sleep I'm currently circling, but even at 11.30pm I feel alright. I can tell I'll crash soon and I'm sure my body will appreciate it. Alarm set. Seven hours keyed in. 

I can see I just threw most of the goals to the wind while I was away but I'm happy with the outcomes and had a fantastic time - I wouldn't have changed anything (aside from maybe running into Hannah, but if getting a faceful of chest hard enough to jar my senses is the worst thing that happened to me, the bar has been set pretty high). Half of me would be happy to set this P90x aside (Day Forty Six? I'm only half way and this feels like I've been doing this forever) as I can see looking ahead that more things are going to fall into place, leaving me even less choice about 'Doing The Right Thing'. I was offhandedly complaining about having a handful of spare moments a week (in which I generally chose the 'collapse on the bed and FB/watch Ponies' option) but I think I can pencil in those times with more constructive tasks and be done with it.