Update

I write this on my new macbook pro, which is absolutely wonderful. I must say, my apple-wares do provide me with more pleasure than my older, worn-out laptop.

I've really made an effort with my running this week, and it just seems to be getting easier and easier for me to run at the speed I want to, and even to go a bit further than I have been doing. Feels great, and I feel confident I'll reach my 90km goal this month. Since Monday I have run 27km already, and I will go out at least once more during the weekend. I'm now consistently running at less than 5 minutes/km, no matter how far I run. I've not run farther than 10km at one time, but I think I'm going to expand on that sometime soon.

Ever since my mom commented on all my running and said that maybe I should be doing something for my upper body as well I have been tormented by the image of myself with bulging calfs and thighs, and with a scrawny set of stick arms. I don't know what to do about it though. I'm considering some yoga perhaps? The stretching might be good for my weary legs too. Any training thoughts and suggestions are welcomed!

I'm going home for Thanksgiving next Wednesday, and am really looking forward to some TLC in the family home, not to mention the amazing food. It's been around half a year since I was home last, and although my brothers have visited, and my parents ditto recently, I just feel a bit out of touch. Particularly with my friends. I find I'm a lot less inclined to email or text when things are not flowing easily, and I haven't exactly been following the textbook example of how-to-do-a-career lately, or been feeling great. Actually I've been rather confused (and continue to be so, albeit to a lesser degree these days).

The London Jazz Festival is on at the mo, and I'm just about to head down to the Southbank Centre to hear one of the free acts there. It sounds really good in the leaflet, so I'm hoping it will be. Tomorrow I'm going to another free gig, which is more of a bossanova and samba sound. I love London!

Take care you guys. Thinking of you all. Err, both.

A girl and her mom

Waiting at the bus stop one day not too long ago a woman arrived with her daughter in tow, perhaps 8-9-10 years old and wrapped in hat, scarf and winter coat and lugging what looked like a heavy little backpack and a gym bag. The mom was carrying three other bags (backpack, two cotton bags) and looked slightly stressed. After a while of discussions on what was or was not in one of the bags, the girls went back to where they had come from to retrieve said item. Arriving back lugging all the bags, the mother discussed their upcoming commitments and remembered that "your father", i.e. the girl's dad, hadn't filled in a second copy of a form for the girl's school. So, she pulled out her mobile, entered her (apparently) ex-lover's phone number and said, "You call your dad, and tell him that he should have filled it out a looong time ago! He never does what he has to, he is so irresponsible.".

This in itself made me uncomfortable, but the ensuing conversation, in which a young girl was made an instrument in her mother's poor communication with someone she had chosen to create a child with made me want to slap the mother. She told her exactly what to say, speaking the next point to make while the girl was speaking. The girl is becoming equipped be a very talented PA one day: multitasking, filtering information and dealing with a rubbish boss who makes unreasonable demands on her.

That a mother can be so insensitive to the effect her actions may have on the well-being of her own child is beyond me. Some people need to grow up and take responsibilities, and it's not the girl in this story.

Finally getting onto their bus the girl offered to carry one of the backpacks in addition to her gym bag. The mom responded, "No, no, that's fine darling, it's fine. I'm used to carrying all this stuff". You sure are. And so is your daughter. "Are you sure mom? I can, I really can take it!".