Encouraged.

Well, how many people can actually follow this blog, I'm sending e-mails to the Blogger help centre to see what's happening with that. Send me a message on Facebook if you want to follow and I'll tell you when I've got it all sorted out. I know there's at least two people, so I expect messages! And plus, it makes me feel loved on Facebook.

I've currently got about 45 minutes until my next class and I'm bearing witness to one of the strangest dance practices I've ever seen! It's a multi-cultural Bollywood dance group. There's Indians, Vietnamese, Chinese, Greek and Russian people and it seems rather odd, but I'm assuming it's just because they're in a rather confined space and I don't have much experience with that kind of dancing.
I used to do ballroom dancing with Allicia Rae, who's the one working up in Queensland right now, and that was a whole lot of fun! It was pretty much a weekly session of laughing, tongue-in-earing and the occasional waltz, cha cha or fox trot. We looked absolutely hilarious though, because we were the youngest people in our lessons and she's more than a head smaller than me, the pipsqueak! I never did learn how to waltz properly though.

Anyway, what's been happening since my last post? I've been swamped with assessments, some of which I should be doing now and submitting soon, and I've decided to get fit! That's been a major thing for me.
I've decided that the whole of October is going to be following these rules:

1. No junk food, at all.
2. No more than two soft drinks/alcoholic drinks a day, unless there's a special occasion.
3. Exercise at least twice a week (running and riding)

This started after I ran the 6 km from my friends place at 3 o'clock in the morning without stopping, and I felt alright, so I thought I'd see what I'd be able to do if I was actually eating healthily and tried to get fit.

I’ve been doing the weekly rides on a Sunday Morning, 65 km ride yesterday and another again next week, but also running on Thursday nights after work and on a Sunday afternoon, after a reasonable rest.

It’s easier by far because my friends Dave and Al are doing it with me and they can hold a conversation whilst doing it.

I've become incredibly sick of some of my old friends, who probably don't realise, but they're stuck in the same place they have been for years, doing the same old stuff, having the same old fights and getting in the same trouble. I'm sick of it, because they treat me like a baby sitter. All I seem to do is look after people and make sure they don't get their heads kicked in, even if some of them really deserve it.

What else? More assessments, friend shenanigans and a whole lot of odd urges and impulses. I’m also slowly learning how to cook, but I don’t trust myself yet. I wouldn’t eat it, unless you want food poisoning. Well, I’ve got some more important stuff to talk about, so I’ll start a new post. Back in a jiffy.

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