Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Primo Wednesday
GOT MY RACEPACK!! With its smelly old championchip and lame t-shirt. Reality arrived on the doorstep.
Primo Tuesday
Spoilt my beloved on his birthday, then caught up with my West End buddies - Ali H, Susan G-P and then German at Artisan Roast. He declared their espresso not a patch on Tapa's.
After a good day in town I fitted in a run around Drumpellier park, starting at 7pm. It was still warm, and the sun, while getting lazy in the sky, is still hanging around long enough for plenty of people to still be running, cycling, feeding ducks and walking dogs at that time of night. We know it's going soon but the melancholy feeling of autumn is yet to appear. I managed 6 miles at 10 min per mile, and the last two felt the best.
After a good day in town I fitted in a run around Drumpellier park, starting at 7pm. It was still warm, and the sun, while getting lazy in the sky, is still hanging around long enough for plenty of people to still be running, cycling, feeding ducks and walking dogs at that time of night. We know it's going soon but the melancholy feeling of autumn is yet to appear. I managed 6 miles at 10 min per mile, and the last two felt the best.
Monday, 23 August 2010
Disaster!
It was a beautiful sunny day in the capital as we started out on our last long run before the race.
The one in Stockbridge was wearing a red string vest. Totally gay, totally working it.
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| Happy dreams of Amsterdam; Kirsty running through Dean Village. |
Neither of us were really relishing the actual run, despite being very excited before we set out. This didn't help:
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| The last thing you want to see 6 miles into a 12 mile slog. |
Only a mile after these pictures were taken things took a turn for the worse - Kirsty broke her arse! A niggle in her hip got worse and worse, and after three miles of soldiering through it, getting slower and slower, we called a halt. Lucky, cause all that stoic whimpering was getting to me. We called Scott (who was waiting for us at the Balerno end) and he rescued us at the city bypass. We are not happy girls. Here's hoping, with two weeks to go, that Kirsty can iron out her hip problems and I can get one more decent long run in before Glasgow.
On the up side, I can report that someone's given Antony Gormley's brilliant statues the Edinburgh-in-August treatment:
On the up side, I can report that someone's given Antony Gormley's brilliant statues the Edinburgh-in-August treatment:
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| Sigh. you cannae see my manolos in this water... |
We've decided to just wipe the killer miserable run failure from our minds, and get on with prep for the race. Kirsty is hard at work healing herself with a foam roller and loads of determination, I just slept well and hung out with the Hoppers. Coming tomorrow, a pic of my bling nails, by Frances.
Saturday, 21 August 2010
Two Weeks To Go
Tomorrow Kirsty and I do our last loooong run before the big day. We're going to test our kit, our routine and ourselves on a 12 mile jog from Leith to Balerno. Here's hoping we find the car at the other end okay...
In other news Rosco can finally clamber all over a shed roof without being told off cause he actually owns it:
And one of the quantifiable joys of my current loss of peripateticism is today's potato crop, half of which was consumed within a hour of this photo, with homegrown mint, and home-grown tomato and basil:
In other news Rosco can finally clamber all over a shed roof without being told off cause he actually owns it:
And one of the quantifiable joys of my current loss of peripateticism is today's potato crop, half of which was consumed within a hour of this photo, with homegrown mint, and home-grown tomato and basil:
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Rollercoaster Mop-up
August in Edinburgh continues at a better pace than my training. On Sunday night it was the turn of Che Camille, who waltzed some mouth-watering, covetable fashion past my lens, streamed live online. (The sound got a bit screwed on the live recording, sadly, but the eventual video will be nicer. Live live and learn.)
Here's a review of the show:
http://accessory-addict.blogspot.com/2010/08/che-camille-you-are-treasure.html
Then on Monday Kim, one of my most jet-set-go-getter-make-it-happen mates, turned up riding a large borrowed BMW bike he called "the Pigpen" (well, it was dutch for pigpen but maybe something was lost in translation.) He last arrived a few years ago on a Ducati and apparently, the beamer is no match. Rounds of G&Ts and gossip followed, and on Tuesday Ross, Kim and I hit Edinburgh for a great "festival as punter" experience.
Overwhelming crowds, crazy street performers, an hour's sanctuary in the calm National Gallery then three back-to-back shows in two venues. Classic Fringe. Beer in plastic, antipodean accents everywhere, famous pedestrians and an all-day game of "costume or outfit?" to keep us busy. Tip to the nation: don't bother going to see Three Men and a Hoover, even for free. This is not their year.
The next day we opted for a trip into town to show Kim Glasgow in the daytime. We'd been out for dinner on Monday night but it was obvious that all the money in town had been spent at Glasgow Fair in the last few weeks and any people and coinage left had been bled into Edinburgh. Only the tumbleweeds made an appearance. So I took Kim to Buchanan St at lunchtime to prove there were actually people in Glasgow. Then a quick trip on the subway to Artisan Roast for a silly amount of caffeine and one of Robert's famous chocolate and cherry brownies gave us enough of a buzz to enjoy the gardens and architecture of Kelvingrove, before heading over the river for four hours of climbing at the Glasgow Climbing Centre. Primo!
http://www.pikodesign.com/tour/gcc/
All rounded off with a Bento Box and strawberry sushi at OKO. We didn't manage any pictures of anything - we were too busy doing.
This morning Kim and I went for a short jog around Glenboig Loch and the poo-covered trails of Gartcosh Nature Reserve before he packed up and headed south on the Pigpen. I'm now bereft and devoid of all delight, with a mountain of paperwork and editing in front of me. Chucking it all in and leaving town on an oversized bike has never seemed so appealing.
Here's a review of the show:
http://accessory-addict.blogspot.com/2010/08/che-camille-you-are-treasure.html
Then on Monday Kim, one of my most jet-set-go-getter-make-it-happen mates, turned up riding a large borrowed BMW bike he called "the Pigpen" (well, it was dutch for pigpen but maybe something was lost in translation.) He last arrived a few years ago on a Ducati and apparently, the beamer is no match. Rounds of G&Ts and gossip followed, and on Tuesday Ross, Kim and I hit Edinburgh for a great "festival as punter" experience.
Overwhelming crowds, crazy street performers, an hour's sanctuary in the calm National Gallery then three back-to-back shows in two venues. Classic Fringe. Beer in plastic, antipodean accents everywhere, famous pedestrians and an all-day game of "costume or outfit?" to keep us busy. Tip to the nation: don't bother going to see Three Men and a Hoover, even for free. This is not their year.
The next day we opted for a trip into town to show Kim Glasgow in the daytime. We'd been out for dinner on Monday night but it was obvious that all the money in town had been spent at Glasgow Fair in the last few weeks and any people and coinage left had been bled into Edinburgh. Only the tumbleweeds made an appearance. So I took Kim to Buchanan St at lunchtime to prove there were actually people in Glasgow. Then a quick trip on the subway to Artisan Roast for a silly amount of caffeine and one of Robert's famous chocolate and cherry brownies gave us enough of a buzz to enjoy the gardens and architecture of Kelvingrove, before heading over the river for four hours of climbing at the Glasgow Climbing Centre. Primo!
http://www.pikodesign.com/tour/gcc/
All rounded off with a Bento Box and strawberry sushi at OKO. We didn't manage any pictures of anything - we were too busy doing.
This morning Kim and I went for a short jog around Glenboig Loch and the poo-covered trails of Gartcosh Nature Reserve before he packed up and headed south on the Pigpen. I'm now bereft and devoid of all delight, with a mountain of paperwork and editing in front of me. Chucking it all in and leaving town on an oversized bike has never seemed so appealing.
Monday, 9 August 2010
Saturday, 7 August 2010
My Glam Life
Five minutes before I start a three day job I get the text we were all waiting for: Tania and Warwick now have a baby called Natasha and I'm an Auntie for the second time. Ecstatic!
While the rest of my family were celebrating I was working in Edinburgh for the start of the festival, filming for the BBC.
And no, didn't fit a run in during any of that. Now I'm days behind and in no state to do my 12 mile run today. Maybe Monday...
While the rest of my family were celebrating I was working in Edinburgh for the start of the festival, filming for the BBC.
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| Soap, the show I'm recommending. |
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| Miss Behave, Sword Swallowing World Record Holder |
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| Miss Behave, promoting The Crack @ Assembly |
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| David Sillito and Adam Hills sharing a joke @ Assembly |
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| Simon Callow, the thespian professional. |
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| Nicholas Parsons and David Sillito |
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| Going 100 feet up in Edinburgh Gardens with Festival in the Sky. |
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| Surreal moments: harnessed in, broadcasting live from up a crane as The Magnets acapella group perform. |
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| And back down to earth: the only option for dinner after an 11pm finish. Sigh. |
And no, didn't fit a run in during any of that. Now I'm days behind and in no state to do my 12 mile run today. Maybe Monday...
Sunday, 1 August 2010
10 Miles!!!
The weather gods were not kind at all but those horrible interval sessions must have done something. I managed 10 miles in 1hr 50 mins. I was really happy until I got home and threw up. Twice.
Testing
...the live feed for next week's broadcast from the Edinburgh Festival. Meet our fish, coming to you live from our living room.
UPDATE: Success. It's now bedtime for the fishies. They're sleeping with the mafia.
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UPDATE: Success. It's now bedtime for the fishies. They're sleeping with the mafia.
Live Videos by Ustream
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