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Results of my Cert III practical work have come through, and I now have ticked all the boxes to be deemed "competent."  Now I'm into my Cert IV text on advanced aerobic conditioning.

I'm not certain if Roxy is still here or if she has moved away already.  She always kept to herself, but I've not seen or heard from her at all in days.  The soon to be new housemate is Chloe.  (Not her real name, but I accidentally called her that on a number of occasions so that's her name here.)  She and Surveyor are out right now celebrating EmPrime's birthday which was on Australia Day.  I think the new household dynamic is going to be a happy one.  I gave Surveyor and Chloe a lift into the city for the festivities and we all had drinks on Australia Day.

I've been doing some heavy lifting this past week, and I've been getting into Tumblr for the first time.  Molon Labe Fitness now has a Tumblr account where photos and WODs will go.  Recently I posted this little thing I put together.

Keep Calm and Click Here )

And it has been reblogged over 400 times.  Today I put this design on a t-shirt, along with a Molon Labe t-shirt, and one that reads "Whatever doesn't kill me... had better start running."

I've also been improving Otani.  I tried filing some hand holds, but I now find it more effective to use a hand saw and occasionally a drill I brought back from Collaroy.

I've also developed what could be called a bit of a workout crush.  I came across a girl in America whose Tumblr account and blog have made an impression on me.  Part of the appeal lies in the fact that I think she is very nice to look at, but far beyond that, she impresses me.  Here is a girl who isn't afraid to lift.  I think that is worthy of heaps of respect.  Gym girls impress me.  "Gym babes", not so much.

There is another American girl with a blog whom I have taken note of recently.  DC Dana is friends with a political contact of mine, she seems to have a sense of perspective about politics, and we both seem to be going through similar career and personal frustrations right now.  Again, since discovering the blog, I've read it regularly and looked back through some old posts.  I seem to have taken a liking to American girls.

On that note, there was an American girl in Sydney whom I met during my New Year's festivities.  Klydemestra is doing a PhD in film.  We got along quite well when we met, and last Sunday, we had dinner again.  I didn't strike me that what we were doing might be construed as a date until I was halfway through my barramundi.  I'm still not sure if it was a date, though I will be seeing her again.  You might think it would be awkward to have that ambiguity, but I don't feel it.

Finally, there is still contact with another girl whom I met/hooked up with on New Year's Eve.  There was mutual crushing between MadEllen and I, and there still is.  She lives in Brisbane, so my habit of being interested in girls who live far away remains.  It's kind of nice at the moment to be able to take an interest but not have to do anything about it.  I'm still very much not in a relationshippy kind of place right now.

My first fire was supposed to be last Wednesday, but the controlled burn was cancelled to avoid upsetting the red breasted finch.  (One of the fireys pointed out "it's a bloody bird. It can bloody fly away."

My parents come down this week for a couple of days.
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I got a call from Coffee Snob this morning.  She is in Perth for work and asked if I could send her a workout similar to the one I gave her earlier in the week.  I did one involving rowing, deadlifts, pushups, and burpees, and again she is quite keen to get on it (though she still got some delayed muscle soreness from the last one.)

I also got a call from Andrew Broad, CEO of the VDM Group.  I e-mailed six questions about the capital raising than I am considering yesterday, and today I got a response.  The CEO and I chatted for over 15 minutes and he answered every one of the questions I asked in a quitte satisfactory way.  Apparently they are soon to announce $60 million in new work, their property sale is going well, all the directors are participating with their own money except for one who legally cannot, and this CEO was until last August one of the higher ups in a company that has done quite well recently (and which I considered investing in.)  He was with them a decade ago when they were in dire straits and now they are trading at many multiples of their old value.  In that case, within a year they had jumped sevenfold.  All in all, it was an impressive phone call.  If I am going to participate in this capital raising, I will have to rearrange a few things, but I am now more confident that it is a good idea.

I also had my first foray into margin loans today.  I bought shares in ERA, a uranium mining outfit that has recently been hammered and I think oversold.  The market on it is showing signs of a turnaround.  I'm not getting into margin trading too heavily, and I've put up a lot more security than I needed to using shares I don't plan on selling any time soon so I should be pretty safe from margin calls even if bad things happen.

It struck me today that as my time in Parliament winds down, these things are far more interesting to me than what I actually doing for a living.  I wonder if I will end up doing this for a while.

The Convicts are in the semi-finals this weekend.  I'm still not sure if I will be playing or not.  My neck is pretty good and I am back to doing full on workouts and taking a muscle relaxant when I get home and another right before bed.  I may not know right away whether I will be playing.  It's hard to tell.

YW: AMRAP 15 minutes: Max 30kg shoulder press, max pullups, row 200m.  5 full rounds plus shoulders and pullups.  Totals: 117 shoulder presses, 84 pullups, row 1km.

Also, I have decided that in addition to one of the business reporters on Sky News, I have a new secret celebrity girlfriend.

Click to discover the identity of Luckycanuck's secret girlfriend )
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It turns out I've got the whole house to myself this weekend.  And it turns out that I am exploiting that.

Last night I happened by JB Hifi and picked up some DVDs as they had a sale on.  My attempts at manification of our DVD collection in this case consisted of bringing home Godfather III (I've heard it's not that good but I've already got the first two), Inglorious Basterds, and Fight Club in addition to Office Space which is an appropriate film (in some ways) for me at the moment.  Last night I was up late with the heat on in only one room watching films with the sound up and eating more than I should have.

Today I watched a bit more, and interspersed that with stepping out onto the back deck to play some back deck cricket on my own.  Smashing a ball into an area where I knew I wouldn't lose it or break anything was very satifying.  I made some good shots.  Some square cuts, some flicks off the legs, and plenty of drives down the ground.  Of course I never really got good at cricket, but this afternoon I got to imagine myself as Don Bradman.

I also watched Fight Club again, and it seems to be a good time to do so.  Halfway through, it stirred me up sufficiently to make me want to put on a singlet and rugby shorts and run down to the gym in the cold of a Canberra winter.  I found myself quoting lines from the show during the run, but I don't think anyone heard me saying "I'm a space monkey ready to be shot into space" or saw me hitting my head as I ran.  A Fight Club style haircut is on the cards tonight.

My time at the gym was spent sampling out plenty of exercises to see how they made my neck feel.  It's still a bit stiff and it does limit being able to do some things at higher weight or high reps, but even riskier things like kettlebell swings, full pullups from a dead hang, and half clean and press with a bar were fine (at least in small doses.)  I've been really keen to get back to the gym.  A few days off are always tough to take.

It's been a dehumanised day, but I'm in a good mood when it comes to people.  On my run, fueled perhaps by endorphins at last, I decided while looking around that this is a good day to be alive, and I enjoyed talking harmlessly to the eye candy at the gym.
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I went into work yesterday to clear up a couple of things with the benefit of silence and solitude.  That was fine for about an hour until W came by.  He didn't know I was in and I wasn't keen to be noticed, so I finished up what I was doing and left, taking quiet steps and being careful not to cough.  Luckily, W doesn't hear all that well and I kept under the radar.  I just didn't want to talk to him.  Parliament is sitting today and I've still not said a word to him.

I am spreading the word that I am leaving though.  Almost our whole office now knows and by the end of the day I will have informed CoS.  This isn't me formally giving notice, but I am telling everyone that this is "almost certainly my last sitting week."  It still sounds a bit odd coming out of my mouth which is probably why I'm not going all the way to formally giving notice.  I'm still getting used to the idea.  It has to be done this week though, as there are a lot of people I won't get the chance to see again if I leave before Parliament comes back.  There is a reception this evening for our new Senator and it might be a good opportunity to spread the word there.

I did round out the weekend with a leg-centric workout.

YW: Leg press 200kg 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.  40-30-20-10 openers and closers.  Then 20 bench jumps, 10 heavy bag get ups, 20 heavy bag lunges, 40kg farmers walk up and down 2 flights of stairs, 10 burpees - 5 rounds.  My time: 20:47.

I also did a surprising amount of tidying aroud the house.  I hauled out the vacuum and did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, and today at work I tackled a sink full of other people's dishes.  This is odd because I normally don't care all that much about tidyness.

Most people who read this will be aware of my odd inclination to do pushups at iconic and unusual places.  Some people have suggested I do them to raise money for a cause that is important to me.  Well it turns that this guy has a similar idea.

I had a number of reactions to this.  Part of me thought "that bastard stole my idea.  Now I can't do that or I will be a copycat."  Part of me thought "100 pushups a day is just sad.  That's not a challenge."  And part of me said "what does 'raising awareness' mean anyway?"  Maybe I'm a cynic on these things.

Also, I came across this picture and sent it to some of my female friends who are reluctant to have a serious go at weights.


Strong girls are hot.
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I woke up this morning to a ringing phone.  It was Alleluia and her guy.  She had twisted her ankle and was unable to walk.  They were less than 500m from home and I considered putting my experience as 2002 Canadian Wife Carrying Champion to good use and walking over to carry her home, but I settled for carrying her to the car and then from the car to the sofa.  They spent the whole day at home instead of her going to a ball in Sydney with Helga and MadAlex as she had planned.  It means that today the house is full of comfort food.  Lollies aplenty!

I did get my workout at the gym.

TW: 40-30-20-10 24kg kettlebell swings, 30kg shoulder press, situps, hand release pushups.  Row 800m after every round.  My total time was 29:26.  Then for dessert 40-30-20-10 burpees.  I managed to do the 20 in under a minute and the final ten in 21 seconds.

Now I can feel the fatigue.

Again, there was some nice eye candy.  I am very conscious of eye candy these days.  I am seeing a lot of girls I like to look at these days, but I have no interest in pursuing them.


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I applied through another agency for a job with the Australian Airports Association today, and Cupcake Goddess put me in touch with yet another agency, so there are a lot of wheels being put in motion.

I'll go into work over the weekend when it is quiet and I can be undisturbed.  I want next week to go well.  I've even made a list of things I want to get done before work on Monday.

I also want to get a lot of working out done.  I'm feeling strong.

YW: Heavy deadlifts. 3-3-3-3-3, 100kg-120kg-130kg-140kg-150kg.  150kg is the most I've ever lifted, and I had a hard time keeping the bar from slipping out of my hands before I changed to an alternate grip.  Then it was tabata with kettlebell swings (91), rowing (70 calories), hand release pushups (103).  I felt like my chest was going to fall off after the pushups.

TW: 10 situps then 15kg dumbbell half clean and press for the rest of the minute, for ten minutes.  100 situps, 95 clean and press.  Then 10-1, 1-10 pullups and hand release pushups.  At one point when jumping for the bar I misjudged where the bar was and fell right back down. A couple of people asked if I was alright, and I was up quickly again.

I'm pretty sure I was being checked out on the way home.  There was some nice eye candy walking past the pubs on a wintery Friday night.

I've discovered a stock forum called Hot Copper which is actually quite good.  A lot of smart commentary and they have a ban on profanity and rudeness.  Impressive for an internet forum.  It's a new tax year and I might take more regular assessments of my investments.
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Rugby last weekend was short lived.  I was fine during the warm up provided that there was no contact and I didn't have to change direction.  Because those things rarely happen in rugby.  They wanted me to start at Number 8 but I said I would probably be better off on the bench.  They did put me on mid way through the second half and in my first ruck my ankle got knocked (not turned or twisted but just bumped) and I foud myself limping to follow the play.  I did get thrown the ball and suddenly felt no pain as I ran it forward into contact.  Getting up, however, I felt all sore again and realised that I was going to have little impact on the game like that in addition to needlessly risking myself.  We were up by three tries late in the game anyway and an injury could have put me out for the season if it went wrong.  I did, however, enjoy the fact that I am one game closer to making 100 appearances for the Convicts.

I drove a teammate with a broken hand (that I may have broken in the first ruck where I knocked my ankle) to hospital before going on to the next game.  Both our teams wound up winning in solid displays, and I told some of my teammates that I was looking for work, possibly in Sydney.

It was nice to have a whole day in Canberra for the end of the weekend and I spent a fair amount of it at the gym in a pretty intense workout.

SunW: The Filthy Fifties: 50 shoulder press, 50 kettlebell swings, 50 calorie row, 50 bicep curls, 50 dynamic pushups, 50 toes to bar, 50 bench jumps, 50 pullups, 50 dips, 50 burpees.

I was reminded during the workout that I like girls.  Also, I am always impressed by girls who lift.  I think not enough of them do. One of my fellow patrons and I had a conversation about borrowing Crossfit workout principles into creating our own taxing and brutal workouts.

On Monday I picked up Coffee Snob from the airport which made me late for work, and also picked out a fabric and a design for my next new suit.  Apparently they are going to narrow the lapels by about half an inch because that is the fashion now.  Fine.  I wouldn't have known but I'm happy to go along with that.  Shopping for suits is much easier when this is all I have to do.  The tailor remembered me and was pleased that I had given him referrals.

Then it was another full on day at the gym, but not before I prevented a woman from disrobing in the mens changing room.  Somehow a woman got almost to the point of taking her shirt off before I asked "are you sure you're in the right place?"

YW: 5 rounds of: Row 400m, 30 seconds L-hang (which was VERY hard), 30 kettlebell swings.  Then I practiced my form on squats a bit, then did 50 burpees (I have decided to do 50 burpees in every workout in the hopes of improving at them) and 10 heavy bag getups.

When I got home dinner was on.  This is becoming a regular Monday evening thing it would seem.  Roxy had made a very nice stirfry and we all ate together.  I think I would be quite happy if we continued doing so.  I contributed som chocolate I had around and I also made the tea and did a bunch of dishes while they watched Masterchef.
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The NSW state election is two weeks from today so I went to Jerrabomberra to help the local candidate at the local markets.  We had a good turn out (certainly better than the Labor incumbent) and a good reception.  One of my Labor friends from touch rugby was there at the stall next to ours.  One of my colleagues mentioned that he had been "a total prick" for the whole campaign which struck me as very odd.  I certainly disagree with him on plenty of things, but in my experience he has been a perfectly pleasant guy.  I'm pretty sure this colleague of mine viewed everything he did through a pair of "he's a total prick" coloured glasses.

"Can you believe he's standing there talking to voters and criticising our party?  What a prick!"

"Look at him just drinking a coffee without a care in the world.  Wanker!"

"Oh great!  Now he's breathing oxygen and metabolising food into energy.  The gall of that asshole!  Really!"

I've had about enough exposure to this mindset.

Afterwards I stopped by JB Hi-fi to have a look, and wound up spending $100.  I got the cheapest digital camera they had (which will still do everything I want) as the one I got in Canada got a cracked view screen within a week of me buying it (by which time I was back in Australia and couldn't do anything about it.  Yes, this is another reason I get cheap tech stuff.  The same thing could have happened to a mega expensive camera.)  I'll also claim it on my taxes as I need a camera for work.

I also decided that as the man of the house it was my duty to man up our DVD collection, so I got The Godfather Part II, 300, and Se7en.  That should counnterbalance some of the chick flicks on the shelves.  [livejournal.com profile] bakerypenguin is coming over shortly to watch The Godfather, which somehow she has never seen.

YW: 21 burpees, 21 knees to elbows, run 400m, 15 burpees, 15 knees to elbows, run 400m, 9 burpees, 9 knees to elbows, run 400m.  Knees to elbows are tough, especially when you are doing a lot of them. Then some other stuff as "dessert."

TW: Burpees, clean and press 20kg left, clean and press 20kg right, 32kg kettlebell swings, 35kg SDHP, pullups, situps. 7 rounds of 7.  The 7*7*7 workouts are always tough, especially with the transitions.

Also there was some very nice eye candy at the gym today.  I actually told her so (in a non sleazy way) and she laughed in a comfortable way.
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I'm within 7km of making the 200km I planned on.   will be glad once this is over.  It has been good to do a lot of rowing and I have gotten better at it, but rowing every day and putting aside everything else is not so good.  Tomorrow's row will put me over the top, possibly before work.

I get the feeling that today there has been (and possibly there is currently) a lot of sex in my house.  None of it by me, but the guys that two of the girls are seeing have both been here.  One of them told me there was some pre-Christmas "sweet lovin'" and one of them is currently in her room with her guy.  I wonder if both of them get seriously involved whether this is going to mean a change of dynamic in the house.  We've all been quite inwardly focussed, but that may not be as likely if people have a lot more to focus on outside of the house.

As for me, I'm still single after nearly three years if you don't count a phase of being jerked around a bit last year.  I''ve either been very picky or simply disinterested in relationships, or both.  I'm very comfortable around girls, I think I've established that fact for myself plenty of times, but I've gotten rather unaccustomed to talking to girls in that way.

I'm trying to decide where I will attend church on Christmas Eve this year.  It is a custom that I haven't missed since 2000 when I was in Korea and church in a language I understood was wildly impractical.

I always wince a bit when I hear people talk about "the true meaning of Christmas" as being together with family and friends.  Of course, that is a good way to spend Christmas given that most people have time off around this time of year, but that's not actually what Christmas is about.  I am about to have my second consecutive Christmas away from my family.  Family traditions seem to be of less and less importance every year, and as a result, I tend to attach more theological importance to Christmas.  It is, for me, primarily a religious holiday celebrating the incarnation of God amongst us.

At any rate, I've either been in Sydney or Canada (or Dapto in 2007) for Christmas Eve in previous years, but I've never had Christmas Eve in Canberra, so maybe I will go to the same church where I was confirmed three and a half years ago.

Speaking of Christmas, and if that theological rant didn't interest you...

HO HO HO! I'm Santa Claus and I approved this message.
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A stranger sent footage of me doing pushups at the end of the mud run yesterday.  I think it explains itself.
Cut for video )
Alleluia was sworn in as a lawyer yesterday, and a group of her friends wound up at the pub afterwards where I joined them to represent her housemates.

I noticed that somehow, I wound up talking overwhelmingly to girls.  At one point I was the only person with a Y chromosome amongst seven people talking (and it was a pretty girly conversation.)  This seems to happen to me a lot.  I just seem to drift in that direction in social situations.  I get along reasonably well with guys, but I do seem to be more comfortable around girls.  I have more female friends than most guys I know.  I suspect that most of the people who will comment on this post will be female.  I am very happy living in a house with three girls where my job is to make the tea.  Last week out of curiosity I looked at Sydney sharehouse listings, and came across a place in Chippendale that was a house of three girls looking for "a housetrained boy" who doesn't mind watching various codes of football.  The perfect place for me if I were to move to Sydney!

I do enjoy rugby and most other sports, I am a regular at the gym, and I like doing pushups in the mud, but in a lot of ways, I am just not very blokey.  I'm not girly either, but I do seem to fit better in those circles than amongst most guys.  (In case you were wondering, I don't think it's about sex either.  I am perfectly capable of being close to girls without it being sexual.)

So there you have it.  One way or another, I like girls.

YW: My rowing continues.  I keep finding new and interesting ways to structure my workouts.  Yesterday it was starting with 100m, then 200m, then 300m, and so on until I had reached 1.3km.  My total distance at that point was a shade under 10km, so I did enough to put me over the top.  My total distance is now over 83km and I am confident of making it to 200km, though there is a low level muscle soreness that has developed.
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I have been wondering if this trip could be a watershed moment for me.

On my last day in New York, I found myself wondering if I have been living too conservatively.  Have I not been taking enough risks.  I've been going to a steady job, getting a steady pay packet, and more or less living a pretty steady life.  Things haven't been dull, but at age 22 I picked up and moved to Korea.  At age 25 I picked up and moved to London.  At age 27 I picked up and moved to Australia.  Now I'm 33, and I wonder if I'm getting itchy feet again.

Ok, I'm not.  I don't really want to move again.  Though I did consider picking up and moving to America over the past couple of weeks on more than one occasion, I am not keen on throwing away what I have built up, both on a personal level and a professional level in Oz.  Not even for New York.  I would need an extraordinarily compelling reason, so until a stunningly attractive and independently wealthy New York girl gets all smitten by my whimsical desire to do pushups in public...



I guess I'll stay in Australia.*  It's the lucky country, and I'm a luckycanuck.

But I can still live more deliberatly.  I can be less passive.  And maybe I can get back to travelling.  I'm in a position where I can do it, and I don't know how long that will be the case.  I'm 33 now.  In seven years time I will never be able to visit anywhere in my 30s again.

Also, I've found myself feeling a bit lonely today.  I get on very well with a number of people, but most of the people who I feel really understand me and what is going on in my life are far away.  I love my family, but I wonder if I am growing, not apart, but independent from them.

I'm still shaking off the post travel fatigue.  This part of the holiday is the holiday from my holiday.

*But if you know any stunningly attractive and independently wealthy New York girls who get all smitten by guys who like doing whimsical pushups in public, you let me know.
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We had a rally for Rick Scott (Republican candidate for Governor of Florida) yesterday, complete with Dunkin Donuts and boxes (yes, you read that right, BOXES) of coffee.


That's possibly soon to be Governor Scott and just behind him, former Governor Jeb Bush.

One of my colleagues did a bit of a write up about the races in Florida but I won't go into great depth here.  It's kind of odd being at one of these rallies.  They are totally focussed on getting out the vote, asking those who haven't yet voted to raise their hands and calling on them to vote today and therefore be available to work on election day.  There is also very little effort made to appeal to swinging voters.  (At one point they introduced the candidate for Attorney General and described her as being "a prosecutor who knows all about putting people in jail.  She's even put people on death row!")  It is overwhelmingly aimed at the base.  The same was true at the Democrat rally attended by my Labor/Green friends I heard later on.

At any rate, apparently the Republicans are doing a lot better on advance voting compared to previous elections, and turnout seems to be favouring them.  Tuesday we will know.  In the meantime I did speak to a number of people I may be meeting again during my visit to Washington, and who have plenty of expertise in areas of campaigning that are of interest to me.

We returned to the hotel and had some time off before heading out to the local football game between the University of Central Florida Knights and the Eastern Carolina University Pirates, and we got ourselves properly outfitted.


Yes, the best souvenirs are obscure.  I chose the number because it had the closest to my number in rugby without being absurdly too big.

Every time they were defending a third down there was a disturbing quasi fascist gesture using three fingers, which looks fine when one person does it but which looks kind of disturbing when 10,000 do it.



And while we are on the subject, the turnout surprised me.  I knew football was a big deal, but there were more people at a game between two universities I had never heard of three weeks ago than there would be at a regular NRL game.

There was a bit of upskirt action amongst the cheerleaders.


HAHAHAHA

And the game ended in a satisfying 49-35 victory for the home team.  I still prefer rugby though.

We got back to the hotel and quickly turned around and went back out for dinner on a Saturday night.  That's when the aspie stress began.  First we were about to go to a place we had been to on our first night in Orlando.  Then we decided against that and went elsewhere (which was fine by me.)  At dinner, however, they got my order wrong twice by making it rare instead of medium rare and by not giving it to me in the same style as one of my colleagues after I said "I'll have exactly the same but make mine medium rare."  I ate it and it was fine, but I was silently seething.  Also they only had bottles of mass produced beer (I've not come all this way to have Bud or Miller or Coors) so I drank nothing.  Then when the bill came we looked at it and everyone decided to just split it equally rather than work it out individually.  Normally that's fine by me except that would have resulted in me who had a simple meal and no drinks at all tipping nearly 200%.  I couldn't contain my annoyance any further and refused to pay what everyone else did.  I wasn't snippy and nobody took any offense.

Eventually I calmed down and found that there was one interesting beer available in the street that had been blocked off for a Halloween  party.  The first thing I noticed was that Americans take Halloween VERY seriously.  These were not just improvised costumes put together at the last minute (of course, we had nothing at all in the way of costumes, though my "Your favourite band sucks" t-shirt was photographed by a few people) but they were carefully put together or had been professionally made.

I wound up becoming Facebook friends with two girls called Molly whom I met in a crowded street scene in Orlando.  Hooray!
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I wrote two Shadow Cabinet briefs today, managed to avoid responding to a series of time wasting letters, and had an aussie rules football training session with nine journalists at lunchtime.  Guess what was the most fun.

I'll be playing in the first Politicians v Press Aussie Rules game on Saturday, which should be fun.  Some of my MP friends are playing (and part of me wonders if this might be an opportunity for settling of scores.  "Give me a bad editorial eh?" *SMASH*)  Some of the journalists were pretty skilled and had played before, but some of us might have it over them in terms of fitness.  I lack skill, but a couple of times today I got some really nice kicks away and was pretty good at picking up the bouncing ball.

TW: A real solid one. 50 cleans, 50 clean and press, 50 bicep curls, run 800m, 50 calorie row, 50 dips, 50 pullups, run 400m, 50 walking lunges, 50 pushups, 50 situps, run 800m, all for time.  Total: about 33 minutes.  Later on at home I was especially happy so I put on my "Mr Happy" shirt.

I also had a chat as I often do with one of the trainers there.  Initially I suspected she might be flirting with me on account of her telling me about breaking up with her boyfriend and asking me directly about my relationship status and saying she likes doing weights because "you get to hang around with hot guys."  Also we share Crossfit as an interest.  Also she's kind of hot.

We became Facebook friends, and recently I discovered that the age difference between us was larger than I thought.  I just turned 33.  She's 19.  I knew she was younger than me but not by that much.  Someone who is 19 is pretty likely to be in a different place in her life and to have a different idea of what constitutes a good time compared to me, and in this case I get the feeling it is very true.  In addition to the age gap which is pretty substantial, I don't think I'm her type and I don't think she's my type.

No matter.  It's still good to have friends at the gym.  Until just recently I didn't really have any.  Now there is her and my friend the Israeli basketball player.
luckycanuck: (madmen)

It's old news now, but the result of the election is finally known after two and half weeks.

Cut for political stuff. )

I felt pretty good, so I had a celebratory workout.

TW: Row 400m, 10 dumbbell swings, 10 marine pushups, 10 situps, 10 pullups - 5 rounds.  And a conversation with a crossfit trainer who was taking a guy through a similar workout and who probably wasn't flirting with me, but I'm not great at assessing these things.)

Once I got home, Cupcake Goddess came over to visit.

It's been a good day, and some kind of normalcy will now return.
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YW: From Crossfit: 25 dynamic pushups, 5 dumbbell swings, then 20-10, 15-15, 10-20, 5-25.  Then row 400 metres and 40 bicep curls, 5 rounds.  Awesome.

TW: A leg centric day.  200 leg presses 20 at a time and holding in a stress position for a 20 count.  100 calf extensions.  100 openers and 100 closers, with 10 burpees every time I stopped.  50 deadlifts at 90kg.  50 box jumps with 10kg medicine ball.  And a huge endorphin hit such that you could probably have cut my foot off without me noticing.  I actually got quite sleepy.

Another Bill was introduced to Parliament today which I am handling.  The Minister for Transport gave me a little sales pitch on why raising the excise on aviation fuel by 25% is a good idea.  It's been a good week and I feel like I am going places.

I was looking through pictures of an ex girlfriend's trip to America (I've always gotten on fairly well with exes) and seeing her travels made me miss her.  I've been single for well over two years now, and though it took me some time to get used to the split I have done so.  But when looking through some e-mails we exchanged in a rough patch I felt a combination of nostalgia and regret.  She really loved me, but everything about our relationship seemed to be a struggle.  Some of it was always going to be a struggle (like me considering the priesthood and her being an atheist) and some things were handled badly (like me still being friends with a previous ex.)  I've felt regret over this less and less and in fact I haven't felt regret for quite some time.  But I've felt it recently.

Cut for pic of my secret girlfriend. )




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