Being a couch potato is fun!

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There is nothing better than at the end of the day sitting down to your favourite show with a bag of chips and a drink!

When did couch potatoes start getting a bad rap? Is it going the way of smokers? Not to be seen in public and only heard about through hushed whispers and naughty children being threatened by the thought of a couch potato visiting them in the night?

Today, that is all I wanted was to be a couch potato. I have had a very physical weekend helping friends set up a sculpture exhibition which is due to open on the 4th November. Lots of work involved, and heavy work at that!

So when I get home the farthest thing from my mind is a Monday evening run, I was pooped! Dinner was ready, pumpkin soup with an asparagus and cheese jaffle...yum!

So I quickly answer a few emails and get changed from my work clothes. Tonight was going to be a 'me' night, selfish, unadulterated, 'me' night!

So I finish my emails and start heading to the kitchen. But something is not right. I can't quite figure it out. My body is heading to the front door. I am confused! Then I see it...a pair of runners on my feet where there should have been slippers. Track suit pants and shirt where there should have been PJ's.

This is a disaster waiting to happen. I try in vain to stop my progress to the front door, but it's too late, my feet are already on the front step/porch and before I know it I am out on the pavement making my way to that too familiar area I call the Bay. There is only one reason for me to go to the Bay, and that is to go running...

I realise I am not in charge of this expedition. In fact I don't know who is but I cannot turn back. I am now firmly on the route to my 7K run. WTF!

I pass the football pitches and they are crowded with children playing all manner of games and being very loud about it! Children come sprinting passed me as if to taunt me and say let's see you run like this old man!

I do not take the bait. I still haven't figured out what is going on with me.

I start running without a thought. This has become so automatic that I know I cannot stop until I have gone full circle back to this point.

Man, I am tired, if you thought I was a bit demotivated in the past, today took the biscuit. I was bone weary and had the motivation of a fly doing backstroke in a cup of hot tea!

Normally I manage to get into some sort of breathing/running pattern that feels almost normal (as if running could ever be considered normal) but this time instead of 2K, it takes over 3K to get into any kind of rhythm!

I manage to cross over Iron Cove Bridge and much to my astonishment a fly flies straight down my throat. I don't even get a chance to cough it up. Mind you I tried, I tried really hard to cough him up but it was not to be. Oh well, a bit of protein I suppose, but I am vegetarian, maybe they are mainly vegetable anyway? It's at this point that I remember that Rick (cosmicradio) says I should carry some apricots and munch them on the way. Is this what you meant Rick? I would carry some apricots, they are nicer than flies, but I don't have enough room in my track suit pants to slide a credit card into my pockets let alone apricots...

By the time I get to my green smiley man, I am fully expecting him to ignore me, especially as there are more slim and trim runners today, so I guess I will have to forego his smile and amicable nature towards me. But, lo and behold, he smiles at me. I check behind me to make sure and yes he smiles at me and flashes an eight kph! I know why now, while others may be doing 10kph, 12kph or 14kph, I am doing 8kph because it's the number with the most curves. Who would have thought that he had a penchant for 8?

I almost fly up the stairs and I am hardly panting.

It isn't much longer after this that I arrive at my starting point where I get to walk in euphoric bliss! 1 and a half hours of torture for 15 minutes of heavenly bliss. Then it's back home to pumpkin soup and jaffles!

With running and posting one blog a day on my website and posting here it's more than I can handle but I wouldn't give any of it up. I am losing my couch potato status, awww!

What is a Jaffle?

Some of you have asked what's a Jaffle? It is Australian and it is two slices of bread which you put any ingredients between and then put it into a Jaffle maker, like the one in the picture. You butter the outside of the bread so it doesn't stick to the Jaffle maker. The Jaffle maker seals the edges and you can either make savoury Jaffles or dessert Jaffles like apple looking pies, etc. The Jaffle maker not only toasts the bread but it also cooks the ingredients inside.