Day 59- A quiet Sunday at home.

I have had a lazy Sunday at home not doing much just catching up on some reading and cleaning.

I awoke at 6.ooam and spent a few hours in bed reading whilst Elvis snored ever so softly in the background. I dragged my arse out of bed this morning at 11.ooam (everybody say it aloud with me “Reney is a slack arse”) I agree I am.

I read “Confessions of a Video Vixen” by Karrine Steffans. It was an easy read and well….in MY eyes, the bird is a skank. It’s about the Hip-Hop Industry and it’s her memoir of how women are badly treated in the music industry. I don’t like her at all in fact if I could hit her with a hammer it would be a pleasurable experience for me.

Now, before I go any further I don’t want to receive anymore emails from people saying that I have issues, anger problems, or need to see a therapist to control my anger, or that I am a very angry young woman. My response to the emails that I have already received from people stating that I am an aggressive bitch was FUCK OFF. Remember don’t waste YOUR time emailing me hate mail because I am starting to really love receiving them and they make me laugh and I’ve said it before and I will say it again I have been hated for worse things. Got it?

I read this book like I said from cover to cover in about 3 hours and am disgusted that women like her put themselves in this position and then write memoirs and stupid schleps like me buy their books and they get rich. It would be great if we could get our money back after reading a shitty book. My interpretation of this book was that this woman was and is a leech trying to get as much money and material possessions off these guys (and don’t get me wrong these men are no angels) but why have a child with someone who has clearly told you he doesn’t want one and you have one just for some sort of financial gain?

I digress...I left Elvis indoors and went for a run today. Today’s soundtrack that was blaring through my ipod was The Ramones Too Tough To Die, which I only downloaded on my ipod last night. I ran for 33 minutes and then got really disappointed with myself for not being able to go that little bit further. I have been trying to push myself to 34 minutes but I have not been successful. I am driven when it comes to my running and I can’t find that "oomph" to push me that little bit further. All I want is one minute more. If I can get to 34 minutes by the end of this week coming I will be rapt. The beginning of my run, say the first 10 minutes is nice and I am trying to regulate my breathing with my strides and get to that nice pace.

From 10 – 20 minutes I start going faster and faster and this is the spot where I find I am thriving on. I have the arms moving and the legs moving to the right rhythm. I am finding that my running is flawless at this interval. From 20- 30 minutes is when the pain is starting and it is really hurting my thighs. It’s burning and it’s burning really bad at this point. And my brain starts to go a bit funny at this mark…I start to think about really weird shit. (Today I was thinking about lemons?!@#$?) And then the home stretch from 30 -33 minutes is when my lungs are about ready to collapse and they hurt like buggery.

What leaves me perplexed is that once I am home I want to go again.

Anyway’s I am now at home and ready to receive more hate mail about my anger issues, my bad taste in music, my bad book choices, the word mother fucker, the fact that I need to shut up about this Henry Rollins character, how disgraceful I am for calling John “No Balls” Howard a dickhead, my political agenda, my foul mouth and Harry Potter. Which basically means I am in for a good night of hilarity. Bring it on motherfuckers!!!

Peace Out
Reney