Some mornings the light is just perfect and you wake up really early. Your desire to go down to the beach is hindered by the fact you have just made a steaming hot cup of tea so then you think, well I could just take the tea to the beach. So that is what I did.
I hear on the grapevine aka the Internet that it’s Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving! Today I am thankful for cups of tea, pancakes and the fact that today, for one day only, my day will not be filled with misogyny, racism, and homophobia.
There is nothing better than getting a little dirty before breakfast.
I miss being able to get some trails in every night after work so when I woke up today and realised it has stopped raining and there was a hint of blue sky I thought I better make the most of it and get a little filthy.
I thoroughly recommend it.
What wouldn’t I give to go back there right now.
Everyday on the way to and from the office at lunchtime I have to pass the hottest bike porn.
Who wouldn’t want a piece of that action?
When the weather is miserable outside, when your work mate is being an especially big douche bag and when your throat feels like you ate razor blades for breakfast then the greatest thing on this planet is hot soup from the deli down the street.
It might not cure you of the douche bag but it will help you feel less like forcing his head through the shredder.
Also, yes, I am aware my blog seems to be a mash up of tumblr, flickr and twitter at the moment but I don’t really care. I shall continue to subject you all regardless.
Everywhere you go in Whitstable one of these is nearby. I am pretty sure they are watching us.
By 10.47 I had run 10km, I had also shaved 3 minutes off of my finish time which I am really proud of. The runs are all on flat terrain (living at sea level and all) so I need to find a way to work some hills into the routine because I hear that the Paris half marathon has some killer hills.
Unfortunately I felt every single one of those km’s this morning so it might be awhile before I work in some hills.
My Dr says one of the reasons I am picking up so many injuries is that I don’t stretch enough before or after. I argued that usually by the time I get home I can barely crawl across the threshold of my house so couldn’t possibly stretch. He laughed and said I was doomed. I am pretty sure Dr’s aren’t allowed to say that right?
Post run I am now going for the worlds best shower followed by Christmas shopping because I am determined to be ahead of the game this year.
There are great adventures to be had.
You might notice, or not because I know you are sat in a feed reader, but things look a bit different around here. New Wordpress, new layout. Guess that is what happens when it is is very wet and stormy outside.
Infact this is what it looks like right now:
Spring was being all springy this past week and working a 6 day week meant that I did more than my fair share of watching people walking around in the sun eating ice cream and having happy spring moments. So when it came to Sunday and spring was STILL here a roadtrip was very much in order. Only a mini one..to Oxford. But still! Time spent outside of Kent is always a bonus!
I used to live in Oxford about 7 years ago (which really makes me feel old now) and I never really thought it was up to much but as usual, I was wrong. It is a really fantastic place in the right weather. Filled with amazing buildings and floppy haired English aristocrats.
Other highlights include a fantastic meal at Jamie Oliver’s restaurant which was also surprisingly good value for money AND the most fantastic milkshake in the universe where you can pick from thousands of different chocolates, sweets, biscuits and so on. I had mine made out of soy milk, parma violets and millions which then meant I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering around on a sugar high. It may also explain my brief flirtation with the idea of hiring a punt and trying to punt my way back to Kent.
Here are some pretty buildings for you to look at!
