Training Log Archive: ndobbs

and 13 mins of it was orienteering, a schools park race just across the river from my place, took me all of ten minutes to get there :)
didn't run fast, tried to be carfeul, park was flat wwhich helped...

foot still f**ked. and the other might be on the way. Feel like it's not unrelated to the Achilles tendonitis type problem I had back in the spring and was a complete bitch to get rid of, excuse my french. Resting doesn't seem to do any good, running seems to be the only 30mins I've been guaranteed to not get a twang, it doesn't seem to like sitting at the computer, so maybe i'll spend a little less time on ap... :(

going to try playing around with the soles on the new shoes tomorrow, or revert to the old ones temporarily...

C • Crap!!! 2

double pain in the ass is I can't take proper advantage of the enforced rest cos supposing it's a tendonitis I shouldn't drink... oh well, maybe I'll be a productive mathematician for a while :(

nice evening. talking to strangers ain't that bad an idea despite what boris might think (although perhaps he woudn't mind if *I* got raped and pillaged).

At twenty to seven I checked the internet to see if there was anything interesting on in town, saw Jezioro Łabędzie was playing in the National Opera at 7pm. Figured it would be sold out, but though I would go down and check just in case, at least it would give me an excuse to go inside the building and ogle the glamorous ladies.

So three minutes later (yep, I live practically next door) I was in the queue for last minute tickets. Some woman comes up to me and starts speaking in Polish to me. I look blankly back at her. Meanwhile, the woman in front of me in the queue is responding, in Polish, that she would very much like the free ticket to Swan Lake. Doh. Apparently there is a point to learning Polish. At least the woman that was in front of me was no longer in the queue. Ten minutes later, after the first bell has rung, a Spaniard asks the queue in broken English whether someone wants a ticket... I pounce on her.

So I get a free ticket to Swan Lake. A couple of minutes later, we install ourselves in our box on the fourth floor, close enough to the stage that we can only a quarter of it, which might explain why the ticket originally cost 4 euros. We move boxes so that we can see a half the stage... not the most satisfying.
At the interval we were bold and sneaked into the more expensive seating. Good move.

This was my first ballet experience. It's not bad, but I think theatre and concerts probably have much more to offer. There were enough white panties to satisfy a seminary of Christian Brothers, or perhaps a court of Russian aristocrats back in the days... I didn't see the artistic merit in them hopping up and down leaning forward with one leg stretched out behind. It'd be impressive in gympa, though.

The head girl had anorexic arms. Artistically they were very effective. I couldn't tell just how thin her legs were, but she must have some muscles. Made me think about orienteering girls, some of them also appear too thin, and a few of them apparently have or have had severe problems, and others not at all. Ballet dancers probably starve themselves, or did at one point. I'm sure I saw something like that on telly once. Raises the question to what point you can "damage" your body in the name of art, or sport, achievement in general I suppose. Maybe one should have to wait until one is eighteen... but that could be too late...

Weightloss seems effective in orienteering too, unfortunately. Also in athletics, as Jonathan Edwards showed. We're still waiting (Marc) for a WOC classic winner to weigh in at over 70kg. Despite my best efforts, I find it hard to come up with a strong argument against orienteering girls thinking they need to lose weight. The best I can do is try to convince them that it it is not but eating less but by training more that the benefit comes. Where is this going... maybe to sleep... Zzzzzzzz

PS coming back to the beginning, ended up eating in a Mexican resto with some new spanish friends afterwards...

PPS I think tomorrow (Sunday) is a day off to rest the foot