I've been reading all about the blogger meet on everyone's blogs and am so sorry I missed it. The photos are great - everyone looks so happy and shiny!

Today I went to Princes Park for a run. I'm such a doofus - I sat around trying to work out if I wanted to run or not. See before my car got fixed and before I got ill, I'd run down to Princes Park (3km) then do a lap or two and run home. Today I thought about doing that but didn't want to get stuck with a 3km run home if it started raining. On the other hand, I really wanted to run outside, not at the gym.

Eventually my pea-brain worked out I could drive to the park and run. Der!

I did 3 laps (around 9.5 km) - the first one I ran, the second two I needed to take some walk breaks. Wah! Where has my fitness gone? Come back fitness, I need you. I thought about doing a fourth lap just as a walk but was bored of the same track around so came home instead.

It really knocked me out and I had to have a nap afterwards.

How weird is this? I got home and our wheelie bins were out on the nature strip. I seriously had to check the house number on the bins against the house number on the gate to believe they were ours. I couldn't work it out because I knew I hadn't done it and I knew my sister hadn't. Then I remembered our landlord had been around earlier in the day so he must have done it. One day my housemates will put the bins out and I'll surely faint!

The rest of my day was quiet. I wanted to do some rewriting of my book for class this week so printed it out and went to the coffee shop and had a chai and worked on it. Now I'm waiting for my sister to wake up. We bought canneloni at the market and were going to cook it for dinner tonight and I don't want to cook just mine (we have our fridges in our rooms - weird, I know, but that's how our house works).

I don't know if I mentioned this before but since my sister moved in she's been plagued with sickness. Even worse than me. She's had glandular fever and tonsilitis and all other manner of disease. Now she had to go have tests done cos she has some mystery illness. It bugs me cos she's always sleeping when I want to watch her cable telly.

I thought about going to body balance today but decided napping and writing were more important. I had a big thinky moment after body balance the other night. I spent the whole class thinking 'I'm so crap at this, why am I here?' but as I walked out of class all calm from the meditations, I realised I had it wrong. The reason I'm there is BECAUSE I'm crap at it. I need to do the stretching and core exercises because that's where I'm really weak. My flexiblity is non-existant.

At the end of the day, it's not like any of us *need* to be the best at these things. We aren't going to run in the Olympics or become the world Body Balance Champ (if such a thing exists).

How often do we get discourage because we aren't the best at something (often, if you are me)? But, newsflash, the chances of being the best are pretty remote. From now on, I'm going to focus on becoming better - a better runner, more flexible, better flexibility, better fitness. I'm there because I *need* to be, not to impress anyone else, not even to impress myself.