This time a week ago I was in Sydney, prepping for what was to be the longest distance run ever, in my entire life, ever. EVER. To put this into context, the last time I had run further than 500 metres (which was during that traumatizing Charles de Gaulle experience), prior to training for this 10km Nike She Runs race, was in maybe third form at High School when I was made to do the Cross Country, which I think was probably around 3km. So basically I went from zero to a bazillion in 6 weeks.
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Recently I was invited to an event with the dress code, ‘cocktail’. As you may already know, I’m not exactly good at dressing up. Casual I can do, but any kind of ‘fancy’ is beyond me. I have many a dress, but none really seem appropriate for ‘cocktail’, and I generally never feel comfortable wearing anything that is cocktail, so I had a bit of a search around and came across this RUBY ‘Pixie’ dress, which is part of their ‘An Education’ capsule collection that Evan Tetreault shot a few months back (remember?). It’s comfortable (eating friendly) and cute. It’s black so it’s versatile, but the shiny, textured fabric makes it that little bit fancy. Note though: You can not wear a bra with this dress, the back is mad low. Boys will probably like it. It actually sold out, but has since been re-cut so we’re all in luck! We can all go to cocktail events with no stress! Hoorah!
PS: The clutch is Isabella Anselmi from Overland, my lipstick is Ronnie Red by MAC. My hair is a mess so let’s not talk about that.
- Years ago a bunch of my flatmates and friends and I went and played Laser Strike (aka. laser tag) at Megazone on the weekend. Before I tell you the rest of the story you have to take several things into consideration – firstly, I hadn’t played laser strike since I was a kid, secondly, I was playing in a team with extreme boys, including my xbox-obsessed, pretty competitive boyfriend and our flatmate with the same love for gaming. We were losing against a team of 8-12 year old boys, partly due to the fact that I wasn’t scoring any points. People were getting frustrated – I mean, it’s kind of humiliating when a bunch of kids are owning you in a game, and when one of your team members sucks (ie. me), it can be pretty stressful. I was feeling panicked, and in a brief mental and moral lapse I decided that it would be a good idea to go hard for the one target I knew I could gain points off: a 3 year old boy. I followed that boy around for a good 6 minutes before realising that I was the biggest piece of shit person of all time. Three years old, being followed and shot at by a twenty-something psycho girl. He wasn’t even on his own, he was being led around the maze with his dad. Completely shameful.
- I used to drink out of the bottle on the reg at my old flat. Sorry guys.
- When I was 15, near the end of year in the middle of school exams my friend Kate and I decided it would be a great idea to get our bellybuttons pierced. For YEARS I had that thing, several years. Even when I started hating it I kept the barbell thing in because I had grown some kind of weird attachment to it and was scared of what would happen if I took it out. Kate was the first to cave, I followed straight after. And not a moment too soon. I still have the scar, and I’m pretty sure the hole hasn’t closed up, it’s just like that forever. Every time I look down at it I feel disgust.
- When I was 7 or 8 years old in Room 7 at primary school, I used to get given white Tip-Top bread, butter and ham sandwiches for lunch pretty much every day.( To this day I cannot eat one.) I also used to get a little bag of chips or a cookie, and some kind of fruit. This one particular day was a banana. I didn’t want to eat my banana but I had been forewarned by my mother that if I weren’t to consume it, I would be in big trouble. The teachers were pretty onto it too. I remember once trying to throw my banana in the bin and being reprimanded for it and made to eat it anyway. So anyway, I had a plan. I got my stupid banana and I took it into the girls bathroom and I flushed it down the toilet. No evidence! Or so I thought. Within a couple of hours, it was made clear that the girls bathrooms in our block were, well, blocked. The plumbing was fucked. The teachers were fucked off. They made everyone stay in so they could ask who had put something down the loo. I stayed silent. This went on for a while, and just as I was getting extreme guilt and about to confess, some kid said they’d seen this other girl eating a banana at lunchtime near the bathrooms. She denied it. They reprimanded her anyway. I never spoke up. I am the worst.
- One time I kissed another boy when I was dating a guy named Matt. I would’ve been about 18 or 19. I never told Matt, partly because I didn’t feel that guilty and partly because I didn’t want to deal with the consequences. You may be happy to know that karma exists because he found out when I was in the bathroom and he was snooping in my room and read it in my diary.
- Oh yeah, I had a diary. :-/
Summary of below post in one sentence: I am the worst runner of all time.
So it’s been a rough week, man. I got up at 4:00am on Sunday morning to catch my flight to Sydney. I packed my running gear and had great intentions to run around Hyde Park and other parks and you know, just around. I knew I would have a light-ish show schedule, the weather was going to be good, I was going to be one of those shiny all-Nike-everything fitness girls with their iPod going and ponytail swinging.
In reality, I was quite the opposite. I had a crappy Sunday, really far behind on work, really far behind on emails (still far behind) and I was incredibly tired. I dragged myself on a run half way around Hyde Park and partly through the city. Felt like I weighed a thousand million kilos. Each step on the pavement was jarring and heavy. Got stopped by about a thousand traffic lights. Got frustrated and stopped after 2.3km and went into the nearby supermarket and bought myself some juice and treats instead. Walked back to my hotel. Fell asleep at around 7:00pm and missed dinner.
This morning I woke up late, at like, 10:00am. I woke up dead too. Even though I’d had 7 hours sleep, I was still dead tired. That kind of tired where you can’t really open your eyes properly. Anyway, I kind of just rolled out of bed and got dressed and packed my bags and answered a couple of emails and got in the car and to the domestic airport and checked in and bought some semi-terrible sushi from a friendly Chinese man and rushed to the gate and sat on the floor. I ignored the overhead announcements about how if your carry-on luggage was overweight they wouldn’t let you take it on the plane and instead snapchatted my friends and answered more emails. Then I got on the plane, fell asleep (seriously though, I am sleepy all the time these days and I don’t know why), woke up, got off the plane, hopped into a cab with a driver that kind of reminds me of a student teacher I had in primary school. He didn’t know what Wellington Fashion Week was but I do, and that is why I am here in our capital city.
Observations thus far:
- It is super windy today, so Wellington is living up to its reputation.
- I forgot my headphones which means my running training is going to be the worst.
- I also forgot all my fashion week invites. #organised
- The Museum Hotel is where I’m staying and I have noticed that they’ve got a gym. I may hit the treadmill tonight. I’m one of those people now.
- I feel like a group of High School girls were staring at me when I got McDonald’s this afternoon as a snack. I don’t know why. They didn’t say hi so I don’t think it’s blog related, but I was told they took a photo. I was wearing mom jeans that someone recently told me were really unflattering on my ass, so maybe it was to do with that.
- I opened all the curtains of my room and got changed earlier today, and now that I am back and sitting next to the window I have just realised that I can see right into the building next door’s windows. So you know what that means.
- The Wellington Fashion Week tent is pretty ace, yeah it’s a tent, but it’s solid as. Plus I had a sneak peek into the actual room where the shows are being held and it looks mean. There are fairy lights.
The week is opening with a WORLD show in an hour, and an official opening party after that. More on that as it happens. Going to have a shower and do this thing. Happy Wednesday Readers.
Yeah okay, so you may have heard that I’m learning to run. That’s a weird phrase, right? ‘Learning to run’. I mean, I know how to run, it’s just I can’t actually do it for very long. I’m not overweight or anything (thanks to good genes), so I think people assume I do some kind of exercise. They are very, very wrong. I think I’ve been to yoga eight times over the last eight months (I know this because I bought a 10 session card which expired after 6 months and I never used the whole thing) and also on three walks. That’s the extent of my exercise. The last time I ran was like, 10 years ago and it’s because I was forced to do cross country at school, but never again. I did run to Imax two months ago when I was late for a movie and we had parked like three streets away. The person I was with gave me shit about how I looked like I couldn’t control my arms and legs – kind of like a baby horse – and that I was going to collapse, but that doesn’t count. This is real running.
So, I’m signed up to run 10km at Nike’s ‘She Runs the Night‘ event in Sydney on the 4th of May. That gives me about 5 weeks to learn how to run further than from Lorne Street to Imax without keeling over. I’m not doing this entirely alone though. Nike has given me a little training schedule, aimed to get me to be able to survive the race by the time the day comes ’round.