Long time no blog!

Hmm, well, that 2 months rather flew by. Nothing really big happened, but when you try to juggle a full time job, a part time masters, a vague semblance of a social life and a bit of marathon training, blogs kind of slip down the priority scale. That and there are surely only so many "Oh, I am SOOOOO busy" type posts people will put up with. Bottom line is I'm busy, but no more so than almost anyone else I know, so moaning about it won't make me friends.

Studying part time has taken some adjustment. Working out how much I needed to be doing, the best way to get things done efficiently, and, most importantly, how not to feel guilty when I'm not studying. It helps that I'm interested in what I'm studying, and that I get to connect it to my job all the time. I can't imagine what it must be like to study accounting part time, unless, of course, you love accounting. I'm afraid I don't, all those numbers. I have to take off my socks to count past 20. I'm now at the point of polishing up an essay that is due in a few weeks, and I'm waiting to hear back from my tutor with his thoughts. Hence the extra time to post.

And yes, I did say I'm training for another marathon. It might seem an odd move when my plate is already on the verge of full, but it's actually a great way to recharge. I've realised I have to eat better and train smarter if I'm going to finish a marathon, which is a fancy pants way of saying I need to take care of myself. That is always a good thing. And the long runs (I've run more than40kms so far this month) are a good way to process thoughts. Running gets my brain ticking over, as well as getting my butt out of bed in the morning, because you can't run much past 9am this time of year here, it's just too hot.

I can't promise to keep up with the blog more, but I'll do my best. I'll try to find entertaining things to entertain you with. There was the drama at the gym when Mr Y did his back in and Mr H filled in for him. There was quite the kerfuffle in the ladies' locker room, as all the ladies who love Mr Y declared they would not be going to the classes until his back was better. I had to laugh when I went along anyway, thinking I'd be the only one, only to find them all there, smiling away at Mr H and saying how much they enjoyed his class. Ah, the two-faces of middle aged women. Mind you, I'm not far off now, I'll start practising being utterly insincere and see if anyone notices.

By the way, did I tell you that colour looks gorgeous on you?