Life and moving

That's my excuse, however legitimate it may be. It's been a crazy week of a) scuba diving b) moving into my new place, and c) moving a friend into his new place. I've run a total of 3 miles, once. Bad Liv, bad. But the one run was a nice tour of my new neighbourhood (okay, so I'm living just south of campus, it's not all that alien) - and I've learned a few good lessons about where NOT to run. For you Torontonians, skip the sidewalk on Dundas. It's all pain, little gain, and a lot of oblivious pedestrians. As if you didn't know that already. But I'm a dumbass, okay? :)

Today I got to show off my darling Garmin to a friend (friend "c" above), who was legitimately impressed with the wonders of nerdy running. He even suggested we should go for a run together sometime. Wheeeeee, running buddy! I have duly warned him about my pace: it'll be an easy jog for him, a hard tempo for me. So the deal is, I'm going to huff and puff like the big bad wolf, and he'll be in charge of telling me stories along the way :)

I have internet in my new apartment now - HIGH SPEED internet, oh the glory - so no further excuses: I am catching up on my blogging from here on in. Hello, strangers - I've missed you.

If only the toilets in our new place worked as smoothly as our computer network... priorities, priorities.