the happy blog

Of course the problem with the happy blog is I notice I don't write in it too much!! Was on a bit of high after doing the triathlon, it was an great experience, despite my 20 mins of cursing my friend who made me ride his fast racing bike because he knew it would make me faster. It was painful. Pain. But soon got over my inhibitions, standing in a field of people, mostly over 40 and over 50, in my swimsuit, and not really minding. The local triathletes sadly didn't have the body of greek gods, but that certainly helped me feel at home. The swim was great, the ride was painful, and okay once I got over crashing to a heap at the end having breaked too hard, and the run was very slow but short and once it was all over I felt absolutely fine, could def do it again and do it faster.
It was such a hot day, too much sun, and not enough sleep and rest made for migraine heaven, so spent alot of the next few days in bed recovering, but now thinking about getting back into it all.
Despite feeling quite up and down recently, had a fabulous morning in London on saturday, seeing the Gregory Crewdson exhibition at the White Cube off Duke Str. It was so amazing, so fantastic. Love to be able to do stuff like that.
Then had a fabulous half hour or so in Fortnum and Mason's, which I had never been to before, was a bit of foodie heaven, very happy for a wee while.
So some good moments. But quite down for last few days and feeling need to revert to misery blog for now.

tired

I am very tired, and not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to a mini triathlon having just discovered my start time is 7.50 on sunday morning, a time when I am usually in deep sleep! Not only is this just a start time but it means I have to be there at latest by 7,15 to set up. Now most people who know me will know that I am not a morning person. But those who know me best will know that it would take something fairly special to get me out of bed that early on a sunday morning, but that special thing would definitely not involve excercise!!! Much as I feel better after a swim, bike, run, I can't honestly say that I would rather do that than grab some wine and watch a film or "the wire". Never.
But I am doing it. Been out on the bike tonight. Aiming for a good race time, i,e,not to be last!! Also all this exercise does have a goal, and it is a hard body, but not the a hard body as from American Psycho, just a hard body for a nearly 40 year old, in attempt to hold back the aging clock.
Things on my mind: Why oh why oh why do people of all ages, including what looks like mothers of young children, in their damned stupid 4x4's drive down residential built up streets festooned with houses, shops and children, at a fast rate of knots, as if they were on the motorway? Riding my bike tonight I had to get out of the way as several cars fitting the above description bombed it down the road. Really upsets me. Its just so selfish and inconsiderate.
Silver lining, Rilo Kiley, song of moment for me, got it stuck on my mind as I try to drown out the beautiful but painfully sorrowful tunes of Dallas Green and City and Colour.
Questions? How to keep going on? How to avoid being miserable and not go back to writing in my other miserable blog?
Californication is being repeated on Five, yippee. Still won't get to see it though.
Got to get up early. Wish I could get my head clear. Hope life changes in some way soon.

May Bank Holiday London

So I guess I am leaving the old blog of misery behind and starting this new blog by expressing my joy about living in London, well, actually on the outskirts but close enough to get in by tube. It was such a lovely day and mobbed of course, but everyone seemed v chilled and happy! Started out by checking out the queue for the Cans Festival, see if anyone else was bothered about it, as R was keen to check out what the Banksy installation thingy was and we thought it would be cool to see asboluv's work up on the walls, seeing as we know him.....!!But, ohmygod, it was mobbed, and the queues were huge, we would have had to wait hours just to get a chance to view it all, and there was no way, no way it was worth it, sorry asbo. So we left and grabbed fab monmouth coffee and walked around the food stalls outside Festival hall and drank some sparkling wine and bought some pomegranate molasses, which I've been trying to get my hands on for ages.
Wandered down the whole of the Southbank and round the river heading to the design museum. It was such a great day, had some nice food and cake and coffee at the Design museum and didn't end up going to the Richard Rogers thing cos late time and cost, but I will go back to it at some point. Got checked out alot by a youngish looking guy (well, he looked about late 20's!), to the point I started to laugh, thought I was imagining it, but he def was not gay, one of the few men around us that weren't, and he def kept turning round and looking at me and smiling. I decided to go the loo to make sure that I hadn't accidentally drooled something on myself or ripped my dress or something, but no, I looked fairly normal. When I got back he was walking away with his mate, and then they wandered back again, and he ruefully walked away!!Oh my! First time that's happened to me in ages! But was fun. Think it might have been slight showing of cleavage, but it wasn't gratuitous!See! Not the best picture of my cleavage ever, but it will do! Well, after chuckling away to myself and eventually explaining to R what was going on, we bought some fab wee things in the design museum shop, some v snazzy postcards and a lovely make it yourself pinhole camera which I am going to experiment with, very excited about that. Needless to say, I didn't lug the NikonD40 into town with me today, which I kind of regret, cos my new phone camera is crap.

Am pleased to be in a better mood today, as last night I was wanting to write down all my rants about the bloody stupid programme that is the apprentice, of which I only saw 5 mins and that was enough to make my blood boil. Why oh why oh why? WHY? Aaaaagh. I can't believe there are still people out there, young people in their early 20's whose main life ambition it is, is to make enough money to buy some bloody stupid fast car! I am amazed by the candidates on that show, and hope I never experience them or meet them. I feel physically sick watching it, guess that's why I don't.
So, no more ranting for now, not to ruin lovely day. Going to watch "Into the Wild" film or maybe episode of Gavin and Stacey, can't decide. Waiting for lovefilm to deliver next series of the wire, and almost pining for it. Mad. Life is too short. Never forget.