I started detoxing today–detoxing from the too much seafood, the too much Maudite beer, and the way too much artisanal cheese consumed in Quebec City and the Maritimes. It wasn’t fun; my 4km run felt like a 40km run, and at one point a stitch on my right hand side almost ground me to a complete halt. And it’s not just a matter of undoing all that excess: I’m running my first-ever 10km race next weekend and I’m hoping not to embarrass myself. (I’ve been invited to three weddings next weekend; I’ll be attending two of them, and one coincides with the race almost exactly. Right now, the plan’s to leave the reception, drive to Glenmore Reservoir, run the race, and then return to the wedding. Anyway, this’ll be interesting.) So I ran tonight; I’m playing Ultimate tomorrow, then running again Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday before playing two soccer games Sunday night.
That outta be a good start. I’m also single this week: my Fetching Blonde, evidently unsatisfied by merely a week-and-a-half away, is in Sylvan Lake till Sunday, leaving me in Calgary to take care of her cat. Have I mentioned her before? She’s a year-old barn cat named Tivoli, though we generally refer to her as either Small Cat or gata (which is Spanish for “female cat”). Right now she’s busy playing with the change atop my dresser. Given that Tivoli ate Styrofoam three weeks ago and was forced to undergo detox of her own I think it’s best if I sign off and deal with this right away.