A fashion statement I’ll never understand

I’m flabbergasted by young males who wear their jeans 1/2 way down their ass and show off their undies or boxers that are sitting on their hips.

Unlike most women who are in fear of their undies showing if they bend over wearing jeans, guys don’t give a toss.

I can’t understand why they bother with a belt.  The waist is sitting about 6 inches south of the waist.  Isn’t it uncomfortable on their other bits?

There’s been many an occasion in past days where we’ve seen some young man bend over in front of us to further expose his underwear.

I can’t look.  I find it appalling.  Mark just laughs at my reaction.

When on earth will the fashion change and jeans be meant to sit on hips?

It can’t be soon enough for me!

Feeling cheated

I feel cheated out of the sense of accomplishment from Le Race.

Some people are buzzing and I’m sitting here feeling like I missed out on that experience.

I’m going from accepting that I did OK to the confusion about why it was so blinken hard.

There’s people I expected to have been way ahead of me and they weren’t as far ahead as I’d imagined.  And Richard tried making me feel better by telling me about some people he’s coaching who came in after me.  One I didn’t know about, the other I certainly expected to have beaten me in, but was more than 30 minutes behind me.

I think what most disappoints me is that I haven’t really improved that much in two years.  Ok I’m two years older, but I feel fitter.

Yet when push comes to shove, I didn’t come out much stronger at all.  So I took 11 minutes or there abouts off my previous time.  11 minutes in two years hardly seems worth shouting victory from the roof tops.

I guess there’s no point in dwelling on it, unless it’ll do me some good. 

What I have come to accept is that for 3hrs 15 minutes I was in my anaerobic threshold.  That’s a hell of a long time.  It’s why I felt so rotten.  So I guess I understand that part.  But I do feel cheated.  I should have come off that event on a high, feeling mighty proud of myself for beating my time.

Instead I just feel like in the two years since my last Le Race, I should have romped home feeling elated.  Not miserable and hurting.

Pre-Rogaine

I’m starting to think that this Rogaine bizzo might be harder than I imagined.

I’ve got Rachel telling me she’ll take gels.  Gels?  Goodness, I barely take a gel for a 4 hour ride.  But Rachel’s taking a couple.

Sounds like it’s pretty hard core to me.

Then Richard was suggesting that even by Saturday I might not feel up to a 40 minute run.

What?  Saturday is 3 days after.  I know Rachel has warned me that I might not be moving on Thursday, but I was counting on being back to normal by Friday.

So much for believing we were going at "ladies" pace, and being last.  Sounds like there’ll be quite a bit of effort, even for last place.

Richard tells me that I’ll find the downhills tough going in comparison to riding.  Yeah ok.  Thanks buddy.  I’m trying to put on a brave face and everyone’s hinting at how hard this is going to be on my body.

What have I done?

Actually, I’m still looking forward to it.  Since Rachel has threatened to have her camera at the ready, we’ll see soon enough if the smile is wiped off my face.  Which I’m now thinking is likely.

Oh, these people have no idea what I’m like when I’m stroppy.  Which I’m also thinking is likely.  And they’ve got that for 3 Wednesdays.  That’s almost enough to put the smile back on my face <EG>

What a performance

Emma was kind enough to offer to give Maranello and Murcielago their worm tablet.

Phew.  We really suck at it.  It usually takes us a couple of goes and the cats of course are unimpressed.  So to have a vet nurse do the deed was going to be a piece of cake – right?

WRONG!!

The boys were outside on the back lawn harnessed.  Emma got Murcielago but he escaped so she got Maranello while Murcielago was looking for a way out.

My goodness.  Maranello all but spat.  And Murcielago came baralleling up ready to take Emma on.  He was there to protect Maranello.  Something I’ve never ever witnessed before.

Well after all that Maranello got away, or maybe Emma was just too frightened with two pussy cats howling and looking fierce.

Poor Murcielago (listen to me) he was caught and had the tablet but he really kicked up a storm and Maranello wasn’t at all happy about things.  He went hiding under a bush.

Emma had kept a good eye on whose lead belonged to who and she was pulling on it to get him to come out.  And my sweet talking wasn’t having a good effect.

We tried again, but he was out there with claws furiously clawing at anything that got in his way.  Which was me – almost!

In the end we brought him inside. Took his harness off and I let Mark hold onto him.

He made a performance inside as well but in the end Emma got the tablet down him.

Man, I’ve never seen them behave like that.  Emma assures me it’s because they are in their own environment where as at the vet they’re a little disorientated.  Also one will be in a cage while the other gets his tablet.  But the vet has never managed to get that type of reaction out of them.

I’m not sure who I feel more sorry for.  Emma who thinks she’ll never be welcomed back, or the cats for all the commotion and the misery and pain and anguish and betrayal they’ve endured.

Hopefully Emma isn’t doubting her bedside manner.  The boys really put the screws on her.

Well that’s that for the next 3 months.  I’m already dreading the next round of worm tablets, but actually it’ll be almost time for them to have their vaccination so we’ll get the vet to give them the worm tablets at the same time.

Off the hook Emma!

I don’t even think I managed to say thanks for helping out.  I think I was a little shocked at the performance, a little bewildered at the reaction of the boys.

Thanks Emma, and you’re certainly welcome back any time!

Never enough photos

So the photos for Le Race are out.

Man that was quick.

I’ve checked out just about everyone I knew who had entered and they have heaps of photos.  Lots and lots.

Me, just 3.

Why?  It can’t have been because I was moving to quick.  They have stacks of Richard and Kylie and of Emma.  I was going slow enough they could have filled a roll (if we were talking old fashioned film).

Anyway, if you want to fill in 2 seconds of your life with meaningless photos, here they are.