Month: March 2006

The Biggest Loser

Is anyone else really excited to see if Wal goes during tonight’s Biggest Loser? No? Just me then? (They’d be fools not to vote him out.) I’m officially barracking for Kristy and Ruth to win it, though I think Kristy has a much bigger chance.

Sick.

You know how when you’re around somebody who’s really sick, you kinda start to feel sick yourself? Leanne’s got a vicious cold and I could feel my head start to ache just looking at her. Poor thing! We sent her ass home.

Rogue

Rogue Nervousness: I’ve been knitting like a fiend all week and I’ve finished the body up to the arm holes. I’m a little nervous. It looks so small! I know my measurements were good and that it’s just that the cables are pulling in a lot, but it’s weird to knit something for myself that isn’t the size of a blanket. Also, the foldover stocking stitch hem I did seems to be curling up. Do you guys think it will block down flat? Claudia‘s looks so flat in the picture. Lastly, my row gauge was still coming out tighter – seven rows instead of six – so I worked out that I needed to add in another 14 rows to make the body the right length. Unfortunately the cable repeat is six rows… so I erred on the side of making it longer and went with three extra repeats. Now that I’ve finished it though… it looks like somehow I’ve managed to come out an inch-and-a-half too long! I’m going to leave it though. I’ve got plenty of yarn and I’m tall, so I’m going to trust that it’ll work out in the end. I’ll post a picture tomorrow.

Trail Note

Trail Note
Not to make this all “RunningBlog” or anything, but you will not believe what I did today. I ran two laps around Centennial Park – that’s 7.6km – WITH MY HUSBAND. Yes, the Snook actually ran. Those of you who don’t know him do not understand the magnitude of my surprise. I have known him for six years now, and I have never seen him run farther than half a block without complaining of heart palpitations. Turns out he’s been holding out on me this whole time! It all started a few weeks ago when I suggested he come to the park with me and walk a lap or two, and he said he thought he should get some actual running shoes. Being a tight-arse, though, he wanted to go to Kmart and get $20 trainers. Since I really didn’t see where this was going, I agreed. (He nearly chickened out at the last minute. “I’ll have three pairs of shoes! I’m becoming a metrosexual!”) That day at the park, I ran my lap while he walked behind me. Afterwards he confessed that he’d jogged about a fifth of a lap when no one was looking. So today he came along with me to ostensibly do some more walking. “Let’s have a bit of a jog,” I said, “and you tell me if you need to stop.” And we did two laps! We stopped probably about every kilometer or so to take a quick walk break, but our total time for the two laps was a decent 53 minutes. He even pushed me a bit since his natural pace is a little bit faster than mine. I just still can’t quite believe it. “You’re caught out now,” I said. “You’re going to have to do this all the time!” “I suppose,” he said. “We’re going to become those people.” I guess we are. I finally have a running buddy. SQUEEEEEE!

And yes, the first thing on the To Do list is to get him some better shoes.