luckycanuck: (Mr Lazy)
I've been quite tired this week.  In general I'm in bed at midnight and up at about 8am.  Bacon and eggs have been had periodically (which I've rarely had recently had because it always seems like too big a production for breakfast.)

I've had some pretty good workouts.  Yesterday was leg centric with high bench jumps, heavy farmers walk, leg presses and deadlifts along with running to and from the gym.  Today was running to the gym and rowing and biceps followed by chest contractions and marine pushups and the run home.  There have been daytime trips to the beach too.

But I've still felt quite tired.  And I've got a cold.  And I feel isolated.  Except for minor interactions while shopping, I've had very little human contact since Saturday night.  I'll head back to The Berra on Saturday.  I like Collaroy, but I wonder if staying at the Castle is not good for me in long doses.  I can do being alone but these past few days I feel like nothing has happened and nothing has been accomplished.  I felt exhausted the last time I was here too.

I've been watching the markets closely and I am on the cusp of selling a few stocks, but nothing has changed hands this week.  BOW is still waiting for developments or advice from the board on the proposed takeover or an offer from another suitor, ALK is looking good, and I am wishing I had gotten out of NBS which has frustrated me for a long time.  There will quite likely be a few sales going through soon and I should hopefully have a lot of cash as a result to pounce on bargains if there are more falls.
luckycanuck: (Mr Lazy)

Today my neck hasn't given me much grief aside from a little tweaking feeling at the base of my head when I turn my head too far or too fast.

But I have been tired.  Oh man have I been tired.

I've not felt this way in two years.  Two years back I hiked the Kokoda Track.  It was 120-130km of going up and down mountains in the jungles of Papua New Guinea which we did in nine days with up to 20kg of gear on our backs.  Plenty of things were a struggle, but at no time was I tired.

When we arrived in Kokoda, the fatigue kicked in.

I wrote this in my diary (I'll send you the link if you like):

I find myself far more tired than I was at any stop before, even when I'd had a very tough day.  It's as though the need to keep moving keeps you from feeling too run down.  Once your work is done there is no need for your body to maintain itself in a heightened state of readiness, and my body seems to have figured out that it will not be called upon to trek tomorrow.  If I had to go back by foot I'm entirely confident that I could do so, and that I would still have some adrenaline left in my system.  As it is, I need a nap for the first time ever on this trip.


Tomorrow I have no job to go to.  It's not as though I've been working to the point of exhaustion, but for a long time I've had somewhere to go and something to do every Monday morning.  Now that I have no work to keep me ready for anything, I am just exhausted.  I went to the shops today and picked up a few things, but other than that I did nothing but lie around the house and constantly feel tired.

After Kokoda I also got sick.  I wonder if the same thing will happen over the next few days.
luckycanuck: (Maccabi)
I was up late last night after the drive up from Sydney and a visit with some friends at a party, and then up early this morning to head down to Woollahra to play with the Convicts.

The first half was a bit choppy thought I made plenty of tackles and a couple of nice runs.  In the second half the back really seemed to click and we ran in plenty of tries, winning by a score of 31-12.  It may be my last game of the season as I won't be up for next week's game.

My longest run took me about 15 metres further down the field and involved fending off one tackler before another got a half hold of me and another came in to finish the job.  In the process of getting hit I got crunched a bit and heard a clicking sound in my neck.  The stiffness had come back a bit and while I felt good enough to go back in the physio said I should probably stay out for the rest of the game, which was probably the right decision.  He is pretty sure it wasn't a concussion as I've had no memory loss or unconsciousness or dizziness or nausea or any of the calling cards but he didn't want to take the risk.  I've been tired (but that's reasonable on account of being up late and up early.)  I have a while to spend at Collaroy which will be good, but I'll be fending for myself.  I'm not going with the old wives tale of staying up all night if there's a risk of concussion.  If I had to be woken up every hour, they wouldn't have let me come home to the Collaroy Castle alone.

The return of neck soreness will annoy me if it stop me from going to the gym though.  The Mona Vale gym has a huge tire I've been keen to flip.
luckycanuck: (Default)
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 )
luckycanuck: (Default)
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.
luckycanuck: (Mr Happy)


"It used to be cool" night went very well.

I decided on Saturday morning that I would go as Officer John McClane from the Die Hard series.  There are very few characters that I could come as that have very short hair, but this one worked.  One theory that Die Hard was still cool and therefore my outfit was inappropriate was advanced, but I decided that it was still a valid idea because Die Hard was such a huge series that was so full of iconic action movie cliches that it can be mocked for its excesses even as it enjoys a mantle of retro coolness.  Plenty of things fall into similar categories.

I managed to get a workout in on Saturday afternoon.

YW: AMRAP 12 minutes - 5 80kg deadlifts, 15 hand release pushups (12 rounds +5 +3).  Finisher - 2 minutes for max situps (75), 2 minutes max 30kg tricep extentions (81), 2 minutes mac 30kg bicep curls (73).

I was really sore especially from all the pushups, but later on during the party I was called upon by MadAlex to do pushups as her way of explaining my inclination to spontaneously do pushups.  I did 50 in one set as they counted off, and later did some pushups on the sofa over the people who were sitting on it.  I don't know whose idea that was, but I was always going to take up that challenge.
Cut for pics )



People didn't stay as late as our last party, there weren't as many people (last time Roxy invited almost her whole program and this time she only invited about half of them.  By about 2:30am I was in bed.  I made it up the next morning with no hangover at all (Alleluia spent a lot of time over the toilet regretting the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before.  I was absolutely exhausted though, and have not set foot off of the property all day.  I've also taken a couple of my prescription muscle relaxants and have been quite drowsy.  My neckstill has a stubborn crick and I've got a lot of soreness in the chest and core.

So today was spent mopping floors and loaning my car to Roxy as I was not going to be driving anywhere.  Chez Canuck is clean again.
luckycanuck: (Mr Happy)


It was my night to cook on Wednesday, and my Korean beef was a big hit.  Everyone loved it, and I rather enjoyed being able to cook for my friends and make the tea and bring in the chocolate and do the washing up.  I'm not very domesticated, but I like being able to do this.

Helga has been coming to me for a lot of advice recently.  She wants to put some of her savings to better use and thought given my background with investing might mean I had some ideas for her.  She doesn't have my risk tolerance or my willingness to research, so I advised her that some conservative managed funds would probably suit her best.  As for me, I'm trying to decide what if anything to sell to get some cash together to participate in the VMG capital raising.

She has also joined a local gym, and had some workout questions.  I gave her some ideas including AMRAP and tabata workouts.  I would kind of like to take an active role in helping her workout, like prescribing workouts and demonstrating exercises.

I'm pretty much back to normal with my own workouts after my neck problems.

YW: 50-40-30-20-10 bench jumps, run 400m before each round.  Very leg oriented.
TW: Run to the gym with 10 pushups every minute, 21-18-15-12-9-6-3 L pullups, kettlebell swings - time: 11:22.  This was hard, especially when starting each set of pullups.  Then run home with pushups.

Tomorrow we have our "used to be cool" party.  The ABBA idea is out.  So I'm considering other possibilities.  Chez Canuck will be a crowded but happy place this weekend.

luckycanuck: (Maccabi)

I drove up to Sydney on Friday and had two matches with the Convicts arranged for the following day.

The first was against Mosman, and it was a back and forth affair which we led 19-17 until they were awarded a penalty right in front of the posts and kicked it.  We wound up losing by a single point.

I felt fine for the whole match but a few minutes afterwards my neck stiffened up.  I put some ice on it and drove to the second match where I warmed up and was about to be sent in my a coach who didn't realise how stiff my neck was.  That match ended in a 19-19 draw.

I went back to Collaroy exhausted from what felt like 36 hours of activity with very little rest, and a sore neck which I treated with ibuprofen  and later with a gin and toinc.

Around 5am I woke up with the pain in my neck intensified.  It was hard to move at all in any way, but I did manage to get up after an effort that took about fifteen minutes.  Doing anything with my head aside from keeping it perfectly still and upright was a struggle.  I considered my options and thought about heading down to the car and going to hospital but given the effort and discomfort associated with just getting out of be that seemed like a bad idea.  I didn't feel I was in a bad enough way to call for an ambulance so I went back to bed and got back to a shallow level of sleep.

After the sun came up I took the advice of [livejournal.com profile] bakerypenguin  and went to a local doctor, who suggested I go to hospital where an x-ray might be in order to rule out a broken neck like her brother sustained playing rugby.  After a bit of a wait during which they put a neck brace on me as a standard precaution, they concluded without an x-ray that there was "no clinically significant fracture' and therefore no reason to subject me to a dose of radiation.  They did send me away with a medical certificate to get me out of work (which I didn't need) and a prescription for codeine and diazapam (which I did need, and which made me real tired.)

I am the fifth member of the Luckycanuck family to have been a patient of Mona Vale Hospital.  My dad left with a broken hip, my mum left with a broken nose and eye socket, and both my Australian grandparents died there.  So I left in better health than anyone in the history of the Luckycanuck family.

The plan of driving back to Canberra on Sunday afternoon was not on the cards, and I wound up sleeping until after noon on Monday.  I read a bit, researched a stock, and didn't set foot outside of the Collaroy Castle once.

By Tuesday I had recovered enough to be able to go off the drugs which enabled me to make the drive to Canberra while giving [livejournal.com profile] savesomesilence  a lift and playing with the dogs for a bit.  Dora was latching onto me for protection from a geriatric three legged cat.

Today was a quiet day at work.  There will be a lot of these coming up.  I rescheduled my appointment with the agency that I had to cancel on Monday, and came home to the weekly dinner.  There will be another dinner elsewhere tomorrow.  I hope to make it into the gym in the morning if I can find something that puts no strain on my neck.


luckycanuck: (Default)

Today has been the worst day yet of this current downward trajectory.

Yesterday was frustrating given the letters sent in to me.  I have now come to compare them to being shouted at by people on the street.  Nothing is accomplished in sending them, nothing is accomplished in responding to them, and most of them are badly thought out and badly put together.  In short, this part of my work (and there isn't much else) basically reduces to me responding to people's uninformed ad-hoc reckons.


I went home last night without going to the gym.  I didn't feel like it and State of Origin was on anyway.  I did do some core work at home and Helga and I had a chat over oranges.  She's been quite helpful through this period.

This morning I drive into work and sat in my car for a couple minutes in the car park before deciding to move.  I was all wistful and frustrated and struggling to make decisions, even as simple as getting out of the car.  This weekend I was thinking about going to Sydney, but I can't decide whether or not to do that either.  Every option seems negative.  If you were to ask me what I wanted for lunch, I probably couldn't tell you.  Even simple decisions are suddenly onerous.

Around mid morning I was called upon to go with W to a meeting he was attending.  That meant walking with him to and from the meeting which was profoundly uncomfortable, especially when he expressed his desire to respond to more of the correspondence sent to us rather than referring it to others.  To be honest, if you send him an e-mail or a letter and it comes across my desk, I will probably find some excuse not to respond.  I can't say the pressure of overwork is getting to me, because... what overwork?

The meeting itself was as pointless as my attending it.  After I got back to the office, I found myself sinking further into discomfort.  The division bells rang with alarming regularity.  The phone went off again and again.  The guy I share an office with during sitting weeks was talking on the phone in whispers which makes me think he was talking about me (he wasn't.)  I got up and walked outside with a vacant look on my face and rang Minou.

It was at that point that the simple act of breathing became difficult.  It's not as though I was choking to death, but I was sufficiently uncomfortable that breathing in and out was a hassle.

I'm considerably better now.  I had a coffee with one friend and a further chat with another, and I will make it through today.  (More than one person has suggested going home early given that I am now feeling physically strained and have nothing vital to do, but I don't think I am able to leave.  Such is the difficulty I have in making even obvious decisions.)  Tomorrow will be much easier with no Parliament sitting, and then there are two more weeks before the winter break.  I think I can do that.

After that, I think I need to speed up my departure, even if I don't have something else to land in.  This is not good.
luckycanuck: (Mr Strong)


I was at the doctor first thing this morning, and Minou's diagnosis of the lump was confirmed.  It's just an ingrown hair that will get better on it's own.  In fact, it's already doing that.  Last weekend it was the size of a pea.  This morning I could hardly find it.

The depression talk took up more time.  Nothing was prescribed but I was asked to come back for a more detailed consultation and referral.

I have heard ads for it recently, so today I tried to make arrangements to donate blood early next week.  They said I wasn't eligible on account of recently being in America.  You know, because we can't have any American germs contaminating the Australian blood supply.  No matter.  There will be other chances, though every time I try to donate there seems to be something wrong.

YW: 50 corner presses, 50 clean and press left, 50 clean and press right, 50 kettlebell swings, 50 ring pushups, 50 hand release pushups, 50 burpees.  Those pushups were hard!  My chest is still sore.

TW: Legs - Run to and from the gym, 50 80kg deadlifts, 50 openers, 50 closers, 100 leg presses, 100 15kg bag lunges, 50 burpees.  I also tried some 30kg bag lunges which were not as tough as I thought.  I was a lot better at the lunges than I was the first time I tried this particular exercise.

The burpees I've done this week have all involved jumping forward rather than up.  Preparing for the prospect of the burpee mile I guess.


luckycanuck: (convicts rugby)

I wound up not playing rugby this weekend, given a combination of a still sore ankle and a fair amount of fatigue.  Instead I spent most of Saturday in bed at the Collaroy Castle before heading into town for the Convicts show.

Apparently in the game against Macquarie Uni one of the opposing players called our guys "a bunch of faggots."  The guys have reacted on Facebook in the following ways:
Go figure u got beaten by faggots!
The one who called us faggots was like, totes ugly. It didnt offend me one bit, we hit em where it hurt!
I think if anything it spurred us on a bit, I like Rowe's comment after we scored that last try "who's the fags now £@&$!!! "


The show went well.  I was sexually harassed less than at any other Rugger Bugger, probably on account of the fact that we didn't go into all of the bars of Oxford Street selling tickets.  The theme was Australian anthems and the song used in the finale was "Working Class Man" by Jimmy Barnes.  You know, for all those gay bogans out there.


I had a nice swim in surprisingly warm water and surprisingly large waves the following morning.  The waves were big enough that they actually caused me some concern.  When you get lifted up so high there is always in the back of your mind the fear that you might get dumped hard enough to cause damage.

I visited Minou yesterday on the way back to The Berra.  We talked about a number of things, including a slightly unsettling discovery.  I was in the shower yesterday and I found a lump.  Yes, a lump, roughly where you are thinking.

It's not on the ball itself.  It's sort of off to the side but it's certainly there.  Minou's assessment was that it was probably an ingrown hair.  That would add up.  Still, neither of us are doctors and I would rather not mess around with this.  I'll probably combine this visit with a visit to talk about depression.  Multitasking!  I think I'll go in later this week.

This reminded me of something that's been crossing my mind recently, or since I've been dealing with being depressed.  I've been thinking about dying.  Not let me be clear.  I've NOT been thinking about suicide.  I wouldn't do that.  But I have been daydreaming about having a terminal and incurable disease and about how I would spend my last six months.  The doctor tells me not to do anything strenuous, and of course I go out and play rugby at least one more time and I keep doing my full on gym sessions, because really, am I going to just stop pushing myself physically when pushing myself physically is one of the few things I feel like I do well?  So yesterday I contemplated what would happen if that lump was the worst possible option.

Oh yes, and apparently someone came out to fix the lines and now the internet works at home.  Hooray!

All in all, somehow it was actually a pretty good weekend.  Strange.
luckycanuck: (Default)
I'm almost all recovered now, which is good.  I've decided to continue going to the gym instead of going for total rest.  LUckily, my time in America away from working out seems to have given the twinge in my back time to heal fully, because it hasn't bothered me at all.

YW: 5 rounds - 20 prison pushups, 20 kettlebell swings, 20 situps
TW: 5 rounds - 20 clean and press, 10 bicep curls, 10 reverse curls. Then 5-4-3-2-1 100kg deadlifts with 10 pullups after every set.  Then 50 leg openers and 50 leg closers.

I'm trying to settle back in to regular workouts rather than going all out at any one thing.  Soon I hope to be back at full on crazy weird workout capacity.

Work has been relatively quiet and will remain so until next Tuesday when Parliament is back for the budget.  Aside from a trip to Wagga Wagga on Thursday, this week will be quiet.  I'm getting through a lot of the letters that came in while I was gone and so far there isn't a lot of stabulence (though there is a bit of frustration as I expected.)

Helga is now back from Fiji and we had a good chat tonight about what she has been up in my time away and also about my various shenanigans overseas.  She seemed entirely unfazed by my shenaniganing.

There's not much I can say about bin Laden, but I will have comments to make on the Canadian election that resulted in a Conservative majority for the first time since I was ten.  It's good news for me, but that's a story for tomorrow when I have the bandwidth to really consider it.
luckycanuck: (convicts rugby)

Well, I've crossed a line.

I can now officially say I've done nude modelling.

At the end of May the Convicts are doing another Rugger Bugger strip show to raise funds for our next tour, and I will be in the promotional photo on the poster.

Myself and five other guys from the team got all bronzed up and made to look like statues with muscle shadows drawn in and gold sparkly stuff covering us.  I made a point of looking away from the camera to ensure I had some level of plausible deniability.

My initial instinct was not to do it, but I do like supporting the team and I do like have unusual stories to tell, so I thought it would be ok so long as I took some minor precautions.  Of course, even if I didn't there probably wouldn't be much in the way of fallout, but all the same I thought it would be best not to let the camera get a full view of my face.

Before that I finally did pushups in front of the Opera House (this has now become my thing.)  Afterwards I went to visit Minou at her temporary pad in the city.  I wanted to get cleaned up as I was still largely covered in bronzer and looked vaguely like I was suffering from liver failure or something.  I also finally got to meet Butters, who was not as big as I had imagined but who was nerdier than I had imagined.  He and I went to see the Waratahs play and we had a couple of drinks (well, he had more than I did!)



I fly back to Sydney to finish this little road trip this afternoon and I think next weekend I will stay home.  The cold is almost gone, but I found out that MCat has now come down with an upper respiratory infection, probably contracted during my visit.  Luckily the game this weekend was cancelled on account of the ground being too wet to play on so I didn't have to find myself in the awkward position of deciding whether to play or not.
luckycanuck: (Kokoda tractor)

Last year when I was out with my fellow Australians to observe the American elections, we went out on the Saturday before Halloween and in the process I met MCat who was dressed up as Lady Gaga.  We spoke for a little while and became Facebook friends.

For the past few days, I stayed with MCat and her cats (who reluctantly got used to me.)

I suppose in theory it's an odd thing to do for both of us.  She opened her home to a guy from overseas (and had to reassure skeptical friends that she would be ok) and it was a long way for me to go, though given that I was in America anyway, Orlando isn't all that hard to get to.

We had gotten to know each other pretty well though, in fact better than most people I interact with on a daily basis.  She knew about my frailties and quirks and accepted them all.  For both of us it just felt right.

So when my bags were delayed (again) coming in from Washington, I didn't mind much even though it meant waiting around the airport a bit because my bags came in on the next flight right at the same time as MCat finished her class and came by to pick me up.

On Thursday little aside from resting was done.  I've been fighting a cold since last week (probably punishment for lack of sleep in New York) and medicated myself to a point where I felt much more human.  (Though I think I passed some of my symptoms on to MCat.)

On Friday she hauled me across the state to her native Tampa (which is, I was assured, much better than Orlando) and we went to Sand Key so that I could swim in another body of water, this time the extraordinarily warm Gulf of Mexico and do pushups on the shore.  An onlooker asked if we were visiting on our honeymoon, and we said no, but for some reason I was inspired to spin a bit of a tale.  I told the guy I was a rugby player when he asked what I did.  Now technically that's true.  I am a rugby player.  I never said I played rugby for a living, I just let him conclude that.  He said he was going to look out for me when he watched ESPN.  I told him I played for the Sydney Convicts, and I'm pretty sure he forgot the name of the team by the time he left.

People in the south are really very friendly.

On Saturday we went to the other coast and visited Kennedy Space Centre, which was expensive, but worth it.  A space shuttle was on the platform in preparation for launch and we got a pretty good view.  We also met with an active space shuttle astronaut and, of course, I did pushups with her.  I'm not a full on science nerd, but I do have some tendencies in that area and the opportunity to get that close to space was too good to pass up.  The whole production was quite impressive and was aimed at promoting the idea of space travel amongst people who might lobby their Senators and Congressmen to increase NASA's funding.  I know there are a lot of demands on taxpayer funds and the US Government is going deeper and deeper in debt everyda, and I couldn't actually explain in simple terms what NASA is doing with all those expensive missions, but it was hard to come away from the place without wanting to send a man to Mars.

This morning MCat took me to the airport and saw me off.  (I made it through security in time to catch most of Easter Sunday Mass.)  Now is an odd part of the holiday.  I am currently in LAX on an 11 hour stopover (luckily I have a guest pass to the Qantas Club which was accepted which is good because as much as I like adventure, I think I've had enough of it for now and I would rather have some quiet time.)

The problem with quiet time is that sometimes it gives me time to stew, and stewing at the moment would likely be on the subject of feeling alone now that I am leaving all my American friends behind.

But you know, this has been a pretty good trip and I have had some very good friends to share it with.  From starting my holiday visiting JAQ in San Francisco to visiting my family, to getting in touch with some old friends in Ottawa and Washington, to getting in touch with newer friends in New York, to meeting blog friends in Baltimore, to ending my trip with MCat, I have been fairly well surrounded by people who know me and care what happens to me.

There were a few lonely and teary moments on the flight in to LA, but they are behind me now.

I am, indeed, a Luckycanuck.
luckycanuck: (convicts rugby)

I went down ot the city on Saturday, first for rugby training (a joint exercise with the Melbourne team) in which I aggravated the twinge in my back, though it went away.  I do worry, however, about what this will mean for my back in proper games this season.  We were playing half contact rugby and I must have twisted the wrong way when I went to ground and suddenly my twinge muscle locked up.

I had a bit of a workout and a sauna and some lunch before meeting up for the parade.  This was the first time the Mardi Gras parade didn't fall during Lent which meant it was the first time I ever  had a beer before the parade with the rest of the guys.

We were right at the back of the parade, and while waiting three or four hours in the marshalling area I ran across a number of friends whom I didn't realise were in the parade.  Mitzi was there and I hadn't seen her since New Year's Eve.

One of my teammates brought along five of his female friends, and it turns out one of them thought I was gay, but was quite pleased to find out I wasn't.  A bit of snogging was done along with an exchange of phone numbers.  I'm still very much inclined ot be single though.  It took me a long time to learn to be single and now I think I would have to relearn how to be involved again.  Singleness seems to permeate every aspect of how I live my life.  If there is going to be any casual involvement, I suspect it might be easier to be casually involved with someone who lives far away (like in Sydney or further afield) and to have the buffer zone that comes with distance.  Of course, I'm not really interested in casual sex either.  That phase of my life ended a long time ago and I have no interest in revisiting it.

Unwanted groping was at a much more tolerable level this year.  I did have to knock away a couple of hands, but nothing like last year.  I was home by just after 1:00am and managed not to wake the rest of the family.  (I hadn't mentioned what parade I was in until they asked if I was in the Mardi Gras parade.  Somehow it didn't seem relevant, though it's certainly not a problem.)

On Sunday I went with the Swedes to the beach, where the water was cool and the waves were just breaking well enough to bodysurf.  It's odd, but I felt less stressed with my cousin's family around than I did having my parents around recently, but then again, my parents always come with other people who don't interest me so that may explain it.

On the way down to Canberra I visited Minou and met the new addition to the family. Bunn seemed perfectly happy to rest on my chest, though not as much as he liked resting on Minou's chest.  I can't imagine why.

Oh yes, and I now have a Canadian passport.  (J'ai un passeport Canadien maintenant.)  In less than a month I will be off travelling again.  (En moins que une mois je voyagerai encore.)


Of course, Coffee Snob told me my passport photo makes me look menacing!  (Bien sur, "Café Snob" m'a dit que le photo de mon passeport me rend l'air menaçant!)
luckycanuck: (Mr Strong)

I've booked all my internal flights in North America and a schedule is coming together.  I will most likely visit San Francisco, Calgary, Ottawa, Montreal, Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington DC, and Orlando.  It sounds like a lot, but I think it will suit my travelling style.  I'm now researching cool and interesting places to stay, one of which is likely to be a (former) prison.  [livejournal.com profile] back_track has also filled me in with an insanely detailed listing of Baltimore's pub scene.  Also, I've been coming up with locations to do pushups.

YW: 15,14...1 80kg deadlifts and situps (pushups from 12 on because situps gave me an unpleasant twinge in the back.  It's still going away, but still also hanging around.)  Then 30,20,10 of tricep extensions and bicep curls.  It was good to deadlift again.  I haven't done it since December (well not more than a couple of reps worth) and I was happy feeling the resulting fatigue today.

I still get sore legs sometimes.  I'm fit enough to workout, but when getting up I sometimes feel soreness.  Also my left knee is a bit sore, but only when getting up and not when moving around or working.  I'm not worried.  I'm happy with calling it residual soreness from the 12 hour run that will go away on its own.

I think I might get compassion fatigue over the New Zealand earthquake too.  I think it's inevitable when it's over the media as much as this has been.  I've written a number of letters this week now that W is around and Parliament is sitting so I've not been so bored, but I'm still not enthused.  I did do some research which made its way into the public sphere, however, when I discovered that 61% of Labor MPs won their races on preferences from the Greens.  That was an interesting bit of work and I was happy to do it.
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I went to the counsellor yesterday.  I'm not sure how it went.  There wasn't any sense of where I should be going from here or what I should do.  He did advise me to look at other jobs within politics, which could mean talking to employment agencies, finding a job in what will soon be the new NSW state government, or possibly moving out of politics into the public service.  He seemed to be much more optimistic about my skills and abilities than I am.  I told him so.  A lot of people seem to think I would waltz into reasonably high level jobs.  At the moment, however, I attach little value to the the work I am doing, and so I attach little value to myself.  Maybe I need to get out of it, to do it better, or to find a way to attach more importance to it.  I'm not sure which.

He wasn't convinced I am dealing with depression, as there are no physical symptoms like lack of sleep or sickness and my exercise regimes are still in place.  I'll keep an eye on this front.

I kind of wish I had requested a woman.  This guy was fine I guess, but I am more comfortable around women with issues like this.

I had my first day back at the gym after the 12 hour run yesterday.  I was testing myself out on a number of different things that had been aggravated by the twinge in my back.  The good news, the twinge was minimal on things like deadlifts, bench press, seated shoulder press, all things I have not done in over a month.  I will be glad to get back into form at the gym.

Still underperforming at work though, and unmoved to do better.

Also, I think this sounds the right note on Valentine's Day.  The last time I was in a relationship of any description on Valentine's Day was in 2006.  At the moment I simultaneously feel happy with being single, and unconvinced that I have much to offer on this front.
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See if you can guess which of these stories is which.

1) I have had to change rooms in our office.

2) The stock market as it relates to me.

3) My nice watch (a confirmation gift from an ex-girlfriend) has moved a total of 25 minutes since Monday.

4) An old rugby teammate will probably be joining me in the 12 hour race.

Go ahead and lock in your answers.  I'll read this while I wait.

Done?  Good.

1) I have had to change rooms in our office... relatively indifferent news.  It sounds like the kind of change that would disturb things in my life, but it's fine.  I no longer have a window, but I do have a room entirely to myself when Parliament isn't sitting.  I've also gotten rid of a number of things that were just taking up space.

2) The stock market as it relates to me... good news.  Overall the market is down so far in 2011, but everyday seems to bring good news for me as ARX, VMG, Cash Converters, and especially AUT have jumped considerably.  Even PVE has shown signs of life after being in the doldrums for a long time.  Still no hurry to sell though.

3) The watch... bad news.  I reckon I'll probably need to get a new battery.  I really like this watch and it has personal significance as it was bought by someone who knew I wouldn't have bought such a watch for myself.  Tonight I will probably have it looked at on the way home.  (I do wish shops in Australia were open later like they are in North America.)

4) Company on the 12 hour race... bad news that's not really so bad.  At first it bothered me because I felt as though it made my own determination to endure such a hardship less significant.  I know it shouldn't bother me and that it's petty, but I was all set to go with this and be all cool and unique, only for someone to come in and undermine my cool uniquitude.  Today I was walking/running to work and he passed by on his bike and we chatted a bit, and it doesn't bother me so much.  In the end it might be nice to have someone I know out there with me on the night.

My back feels a bit better, but time will tell how it holds up.  In the meantime I am still limited in what I can do (nothing that involves pressing while seated or lying down and pushups are tough.)  Here's hoping that things clear up and I can get back to my full suite of exercises soon.  The foam roller things that my physio recommended to me will be a regular fixture of workouts over the next couple of weeks.  I was at the gym last night later than normal which meant I avoided the resolutionaries who seem to come in and take over the place right after work.  Lucky for me that at all times of the day, nobody else seems to want to play with kettlebells.  Mmmmmmmmm.  Kettlebells.

Tomorrow I'm off for a long walk very early in the morning which will take me to isolated places where I can sing nice and loud without disturbing anyone.
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I went to a physiotherapist this morning for the first time in my life, hoping to sort out the ache that come up across the front of my left ankle when running/walking very long distances and the twinge in my back that I've had since before the new year.

Apparently my left leg was slightly longer by a few millimetres than my right, and that meant it was hitting the gorud with more force and rolling more, leading to the ache after I've gone 40km or so.  He adjusted things so that misalignment was sorted and also advised that taping my ankle to reduce rolling might help on the day.

My back was blamed on a muscle that locks up when the vertebrae turn.  He gave me a couple of acupuncture needles that were supposed to have sorted that and showed me some exercies theat might help calm that muscle.  There were also a couple needles in my left calf which was considerably tighter and more stressed than the right.  I was able to see the needling in my calf.  The needles were so thin you could barely see them and they went in with just a tap, but then he plunged it deeper a few times which felt odd.  It still feels a bit sore, but I will wait to see how things turn out.  I've never encountered acupuncture before and I'm not sure how it actually works, but they want me to come back in two weeks for a follow up.  That will be just before my 12 hour race.

The physio place was actually within a Crossfit affiliate, which means for the first time ever I have been in a Crossfit gym.
luckycanuck: (half marathon)

My preparations for the 12 hour race are continuing.  I covered 40km on Saturday, about 10km on Sunday, and 16 on Monday by walking to and from work which I will likely to again tomorrow.  I am also trying to get used to running and walking in intervals of 5 to 1.

The first two donations have come in, one from the step mother of an ex-girlfriend and one from the first girl who was ever described as my girlfriend (not by me, but by a mutual friend of ours.)  Others are also promising to donate a small sum for every km I complete.  There is plenty of impetus for me to do well.

It also looks as though a support crew is starting to take shape.  Between parents and collegues and friends from a few sources including one who is coming down from Sydney for the weekend, I still hope to be able to put together a team of people that will enable me to go the whole distance without being alone.  I suspect I will need moral support especially towards the later stages when I go further than I have ever gone and possibly get close to my own personal edge.

It seems as though my recovery from Saturday's long walk to visit [livejournal.com profile] bakerypenguin has been pretty quick.  I felt almost good as new yesterday, and today the slight ache across the front of my left ankle was gone.  I still think I will consult a physio about that particular ache, as it has happened twice in the same place now.  Also, the twinge in my back is still stubbornly hanging around.  I wouldn't normall bother with a physio, but when things don't get better on their own, it's time to call in a professional.

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