It's the end of another week, very tired but buoyant, overtime is on again this weekend and I only have ten days left in work until I get a day off.
I haven't seen much of the Olympics this week but I did watch, and choke back tears of joy and pride with Sir Chris Hoy, our greatest Olympian to date, overtaking Sir Steve Redgrave, who was on the sidelines to congratulate him and I watched Mo Farah race to victory by a mile in the 10,000m and then watched his daughter excitedly run onto the tracks to congratulate Daddy, it was another tear jerker.
Changing the subject, I have been able to distance myself from the Maltersers, or at least ignore them calling to me from the snack machine in work, actually, I haven't even heard them calling me, so I'm feeling much better.
I've been doing some new Tracy Anderson moves for my bottom and hips, these are actually do-able, you don't have to contort into an unrealistic position to do them and they seem to be working. I still feel sluggish from not getting my run in though and oh how I miss it. I really must get myself organised so that I can work even a small, very small run into my routine.
Did I tell you about my alopecia of my eyelashes on my right eye? A few months ago, I noticed my eyelashes were looking stubby, then one morning, I realised that the were totally missing from the arch of my right eyelid, totally bald. I wondered if I was allergic to my new mascara then a friend from work who used to be some kind of beauty lady, suggested that I was washing my face too vigorously in the shower and reminded me that the eye area is delicate and should be treated as such. Anyway, I have been especially gentle and two months later, the lashes are back.
Speaking of the eye area, I recently watched a BBC documentary on the truth about ageing. One major study in the UK is of lorry drivers believe it or not, as they spend so much time in their cabs driving around the country with one side of their face more directly exposed to sunlight than the other.
Long story short, the biggest ageing factor is sunlight and it's harmful rays. Did you know that an easy way to remember your UVA's from your UVB's? UVAgeing, UVBurns, so you need to look for sun protection with strength in both areas.
Anyway, photographs were taken of the drivers faces using a special camera which could see ageing and damage to the skin. Sure enough, the right side of the face showed more damage as that's the side exposed to the most sunlight, (if you drive on the left as we do.) Where do I have more wrinkles around my eyes? The right side of my face. The right side of my face and my right arm are directly exposed to late sunshine for an hour a day on my drive home. For months I'd been wondering why the right side looked worse than the left, and now I know.
Needless to say, I've been slapping on the factor 50 since the programme. I don't think there is anything I can do naturally to improve the wrinkles I have now, but if I can stop the clock, I'd be pretty happy to stay as I am... forever.
I'm back under 9st for the first time in about 6 weeks and I finally feel like "me" again, even though I'm still 5lbs heavier than at Christmas, still, I won't argue with 8st 12lbs, even though it is heavier than it used to be.
After 15 days straight in work, and 15 days straight of 9 hours a day at a desk and almost 2 hours commute per day... sitting down, my back is beginning to complain. I know what it needs, it needs a run and a really good stretch. I really need to organise myself so that I can start fitting in little runs, the overtime has only been on for 3 weekends, if it goes on for another 7, as predicted, my back will seize up altogether.
So, we have had some sunshine and after many years of weathering my skin... my skin tans much more easily than it once did, (however, I do have considerable damage from my younger years.) I'm still very fair, I still burn, but I have a little more tanning time in me than I used to. As a result from driving home and short sleeved shirts in the sunshine that we have had, (in between the rain,) my right "driving" arm, is now considerably more tanned than my left. Looks odd if I line up my arms side by side but how often am I going to do that?
Saturday evening from around 7.30pm, the 5000m finalists took to the track and we were introduced one by one to them. As the name Mo Farah was announced, the roof, had we had one, would have lifted off. The crowd screamed and cheered and the roar of energy sourced through every Brit watching. I think if the crowd had screamed for me as loudly, I would have finished top 5 for sure, that roar was so inspiring and such an energy boost, even this non Olympian felt it all the way back home. I spent the next few minutes screaming the words, "Come on Mo" at the television as Mo Farah aimed to become the first track, double gold male British Olympian since 1920. From sitting on the edge of my sofa, to sitting on my foot stool, to kneeling on the floor with my fingers crossed on both hands and the rest of my fingers intertwined in a symbol of prayer, I have never felt so nervous as when I ran myself as I watched Mo run the 5000m after winning gold in the 10,000m. It was the greatest race I have ever witnessed. For the first few torturous minutes, he was running a gut wrenching last, but he knew what he was doing from the first second, even the commentators tried to explain, "for those not used to track... this might be a little nerve wracking." "Nerve wracking," really doesn't do it justice, but what an honour to have this man in our team, seeing Mo win is something I will never forget, it wasn't just down to speed, it was skill.
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