I had one bout of running.

It happened last week. It was an average Sunday afternoon, and I was faced with the pile of homework I was kind of of meant to do last week, and decided it was the perfect oppurtunity to start the fitness routine I've been meaning to do for, what is it now, years? Anyway, enough of that, back to my story. So, I went for a run. Not just a 'that was such a big hill, time to sit down' (I say this because that is the majority of my PE class). This was a super duper half hour, continious run, where I ran continiously for half an hour. Oh yeah. That's right.

So I came home totally refreshed and proud of my awesome running skills. Had dinner, avoided homework, went to sleep, etcetera, etcetera. Woke up in the morning and - kablamoo. Complete and utter pain. Like you would not believe. All up and down my legs. As I stepped. Every step. ... Sorry, I just had to take a moment I was reliving the utter PAIN that I had. So burrrrrr, fast forward, rewind, stop, hobbling to school with my friend and trying to act like, hey, this is good, this is fat burning and pure muscle forming! (I think I may have actually pulled something, but anyway). And she asks me, 'Miss Moi, did you stretch?' Silence. Silence. Silence.

Stretch? What is this? I do not stretch. That is what you do in primary school where you fly your arms everywhere and try to hit the other kids. People actually stretch? This is serious news to me. Anyway, I decided not to let this little hiccup get the better of me and went for a SECOND RUN. Note the capital letters, as this is an important part in you realising truly how much of an idiot I am. I mean, you can see the ending already, but no, I of course though I had struck gold. Sigh.

Anyways, got home, put on some deep heat (liquid heaven), did some demented stretches and got back out there! It actually wasn't too bad, the pain had kind of faded, it was a beautiful day, I'm young, free, invincible... Next morning. Oh. My. God. Literally cannot bend my legs. Think they may have to be amputated. Am considering how this will affect my chances at being an olympic runner. May have to give up this fleeting dream. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

xx Miss Moi

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Oh, how I love to laugh at footballers being idiots!

Ben Cousins is in the hot water again (when is he not?) after flipping his middle finger on national television. Didn't some alarm bells ring? Anything? No? The controversial footballer, who was kicked off the West Coast Eagles in 2007, looked down the barrel of the camera before Saturday night's game against Fremantle (his first at Subiaco since being sacked) and gave the one fingered salute, which was then broadcasted all over Channel Ten news. Not only did this provide some very embarrassing comments from AFL chiefs such as Andrew Demetriou ("We don't want any players doing that sort of thing, let alone Ben Cousins"), the Richmond Tigers have fined him $5000. He later said it was a joke for the "van man" and that "within our family we all do it to each other as a joke gesture. I've even seen my grandmother do it". Well, I think I'm starting to understand a bit of Ben's problems.

But, to be fair, if I was constantly under the spotlight like football players, especially a previously self-confessed drug addict like Cousins, I'm sure there would be times that I'd do things that even I wondered about. Actually, I already do that now. Maybe we (namely I) should lay off him - I'm sure the 5000 dollar fine is giving him enough grief as it is. And hey, at least he beat Freo.

xx Miss Moi

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