- Last Sunday, I went on a training run with some friends, ran 22 or so kilometres. In the rain. Yup, let's review that. I ran 22 kms in.the.rain. That's, like, a million kilometres in dry day kilometres, so I have been patting myself on the back ever since.
- My main way to pat myself on the back is to treat myself to a Kit Kat. My Kit Kat consumption has now reached rehab-worthy levels. And that's pretending I didn't eat Happy Halloween pudding for no other reason than a festival I have never celebrated in my life, except for parties at work (it wasn't a big thing in 80s London, when I grew up, so I just saved myself for Christmas).
- My runner's number for Kobe marathon still hasn't appeared, even though my friend (the one running with me, who turns 71 tomorrow, do keep up) got his last Friday. I now have to try and work out how to contact the marathon people and find out where it's gone. Sigh.
- I've started to worry about Mana-chan, the world's busiest child star. Seriously, she's 6, and she's on TV all the time. She was being interviewed about her first year in school (she started this past April) and I couldn't help but wonder how often she went there, seeings as she's always working.
- My colleague joined the gym, and I went along to help with the paperwork (you know your Japanese is bad when you're relying on my help, but I had filled in the similar forms when I got back from England). A few days later, the staff asked after my husband. They meant him. Seeings as we have different names, neither of us wear a wedding ring, and he arrives at the gym about the same time I'm leaving, we couldn't help wonder what that said about Japanese marriage.
- I have a day off tomorrow, for culture day, so I'm off to Miyajima to look at autumn leaves. And eat food I probably shouldn't. Well, why change the habit of a lifetime.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I've been slightly MIA of late, haven't I? Sorry about that, I genuinely have no idea where the time goes. Actually, yes I do, it goes into running, working and helping friends with things I don't really want to help them with. Yeah, that old busy excuse. But, in the way of bad bloggers, I will give you some bullet points to make stopping by worth your while.