Okay I am compelled to redeem myself and divulge on a few significant events that have ensued over the past couple of weeks:

I lost my mobile phone running to Beecroft Station last Thursday. Isn't that the dumbest way to lose something? I must have been running like a wally again because my phone somehow managed to slip out of my bag and on to a softly padded patch of grass. The only reason I know this is because a lovely lady by the name of Helen went to the trouble of contacting Nokia and eventually Vodafone and as it is said proverbially, the rest is history.
I missed my phone (specifically free-time) so much that I decided to dedicate the song "white flag".

Am now officially considered "hard core G" (thanks Rebecca "Schmello/Xena" Lau) as a consequence of the fully hardcore bootcamp last week. I have two words SHOULDER DIMPLES and while we are on the subject of two words, I might as well add another two TRICEP QUEEN.
I literally have this huge ass big grin on my face when I stare at my shoulder dips in the mirror. Ahhhhh. Maybe I can lick water off it?

Lessons from the bootcamp include realising that I am carrying heavy duty F1 tyres around my waist. Doing hill sprints is hard enough without the physique of the michelan man. Thus why I felt fainty (sorry cannot think of the word yet guys) after every session. Though protein shake and lack of sleep (Jack!) were partly to blame - not that I am making up excuses of course ;p

Oh the other big big news is that my friend Rhonda got engaged. I was so shocked that my first words to her were "are you shitting me!!?!!"
Somehow I think there could have been a more eloquent way to express my congratulations. Nevertheless I am extremely happy for her. It's hard to imagine sometimes that we've come so far from those chicken noodle Matthews Cafeteria days.

Okay need to flee to get to touch footy.