Today is good

This whole running in the morning thing is really working out well. This morning, at about 7:45, I headed out to Wimbledon Common for a couple of miles of fitness training. Although to be completely accurate it was more a case of jogging over to the common, panting and stretching my legs for 10 minutes while I fought to ragain control of my lungs, and then jogging back home. I'm not quite at the level yet where I have enough juice left by the time I get to the common to carry on running on it... although the idea is nice... and motivating. This morning I had quite a breakthrough though. Jogging, like hiking, is very much about mindset. in fact I'd go as far as to say that running is 50% fitness and 50% mental. When you can get to the point where you're no longer thinking about running itself, when your mind starts to wander along other avenues, that's when you're most comfortable. I got there today. I regard it as an important milestone.

Yesterday was manic. I went out to St Pauls to meet Tam at Paternoster for a couple of drinks as she was flying back home that evening. She called at 13:25 to say she couldn't meet me there... after we'd agreed to meet at 13:30. Arg. So I got back in the tube (after a quick pint) and headed over to Chalk Farm to see her there. It was a good good-bye. She's a good drinking buddy, as well as a confidant. She's one of the few people who have been there for the entire rollercoaster ride that has been my love life since that fateful evening spent drinking tequila shooters and cocktails at La Med so it's easy to talk to her about that stuff. She's a good listener to boot, although we tend to have differing opinions on a number of subjects and she's not shy about sharing hers when she thinks I'm wrong. Anyways.

On my way to see her Sarah called and said she had arrived in London too, so after a few 'good-bye' pints with Tam and Cails I headed over to Baker Street to meet Sarah. She's not too familiar with London, and was staying all the way out in North Harrow. I can hear you wondering now... 'Where the hell is North Harrow?'... exactly what I thought. Sarah and I tend to have alot of, what I regard as, uncomfortable silences... especially for two people who dated for a number of months. I don't really know what that's indicative of. She probably still harbours some deep seated resentment for me. What can I say, we broke on really bad terms and barely spoke for a week... which was difficult to achieve when you consider we worked together. In the end we cleared alot of that shit up and I think we've managed to salavage a friendship out of the ashes of a relationship, although I still tend to think that she doesn't get me sometimes.

I'm weird. You either get me or you don't. Of my girlfriends to date, in chronological order: Janine definitely didn't get me (which explains why we fought the way we did); Natalie got me completely (she's pretty much me, but without the dangly bit); Kat... was a mistake (in a good way) and I didn't get her at all (I think I was too scared of her religion); and Sarah, I don't think she got me (but I'm not hundreds on that). Still, I'm proud to say I'm still friends with all of them.

On the work front, I'm still plugging away at the job thing. I called the marketing controller twice yesterday, but both times went through to voicemail. So I left 2 messages and left it at that. Kudos to him though, I have an e-mail this morning apologizing for missing my calls and asking me to call back after 3 today (out the office all day), or tomorrow. That's professionalism for you.