Run Run Run

I haven't gone for a serious run since January. I jogged to the river twice, I think I played soccer three times. That's the total of my running in the last 6 months.

And then last night I ran 8k. That's 5 miles. And today I'm hurting. But it felt so good to push my body like that! My friend is trying to talk me into running the 12k City to Surf fun at the end of August, and last night was training session one.

The most disappointing thing? Apparently spending an entire semester swimming laps has no effect on anything other than swimming fitness. Definitely not running fitness. And really, which comes in more handy?

Decisions...

So after much deliberation (much, and participation in a chilly 6:30am marathon walk to South Perth for some 'time to think') the big decision has been made and we're moving to Melbourne in February.

I'll be finishing up my Masters at RMIT or Melbourne University, and Rob's soul will be owned by the corporates- strategic business management consulting- with Accenture.

It's going to be a great move, and I'm psyched to get back into work in a big city like Melbourne. There is- gasp- actually WINTER in Melbourne. And just in case some of you are geographically challenged (don't deny it, you know who you are) here's Melbourne on the map:

More timely news is that my last exam is Wednesday, there is lots of celebrating to be done, and I'll be leaving in just over two week to go up north to Exmouth and Ningaloo for 2 weeks of remote nothingness. No mobile phones, no internet, nothing. It'll be fantastic.

Everything you always wanted to know about Marketing but were too afraid to ask...

People often ask for an explanation of "Marketing." So, here it is:

· You're a lady and you see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Direct Marketing.

· You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and, pointing at you, says, "She's fantastic in bed."
That's Advertising.

· You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call him and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Telemarketing.

· You see a guy at a party, you straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, "May I," and reach up to straighten his tie, brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Public Relations.

· You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says,"I hear you're fantastic in bed."
That's Brand Recognition.

· You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He fancies you, but you talk him into going home with your friend.
That's a Sales Rep.

· Your friend can't satisfy him so she calls you.
That's Tech Support.

· You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated near the center of the block and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!"
That's Junk Mail.

First Day of Winter, Perth Australia

23 degrees C / 73 degrees F and the day spent at the beach. It was a day in which I was reminded why I love it here.