Whirlwind Catch Up

Yikes, it’s been a while.  And a lot has happened – in the last couple of weeks at least.

There has been fainting, travel, and literal plumbing issues.  Lots of firsts.
Unfortunately, there hasn’t been a lot of fitness (my jeans agree).

If you’re here in search of clever fitspo, this post isn’t for you.  Actually, this blog is probably not the best point of call at the moment.  I suggest you head over here instead.

But, if you’re here for some light entertainment and mindless reading, read on my friend!

Karma is a fickle soul… 

I recently made my first ever blood donation.  To be a kind, sharing person.  Doing my part for society.  Making someone else’s life easier.

So I rocked up ready – a little nervous, but I’d had plenty to eat and drink for the 2-3 hours as they had suggested.  I filled in the donor’s paperwork and swapped it for a sticker telling the room it was my first donation and to be nice to me.  I had a big red patch on my boob highlighting me as a blood donation virgin.  I was all class.

Everyone was really nice, I had my interview to confirm my medical history and was taken to a comfy recliner.  There, a nice young lad explained to me everything that was going to happen with the needles, etc, and how I would be getting a pack from NZ Blood service in a couple of weeks with all the details of my blood type, etc.   When it came to using the needle, it was in quick and painless.  Though, I remember being surprised by the warmth of my blood against my wrist as it ran down the tube and into the collection bag.

All was going great.  I was busy messaging on my phone, squeezing my stress ball, when a nurse had come over to unhook me.  “All done!” They told me happily, but I wasn’t feeling so cheerful.

“Are you okay?” asked another nurse, on my other side – and before I could respond, there were three nurses around me with a fan, and propping my feet up to get the blood flowing to my head.

Embarrassingly, I fainted and I was attracting a lot of attention.  The attention was more embarrassing than the fainting, but I absolutely cannot fault the quality of care.

NZ Blood, you are fantastic.

After several blood pressure readings, half a dozen chocolate biscuits and encouraging looks from the other donors, I was allowed to get back to work.

Yesterday I got an email confirming my blood type.  It’s… not the most useful blood type.  Okay, poor choice of words.  I find my blood type very useful, without it I’d have… issues.  But, it’s not a type in high demand from donors.  So, realistically, I’m not sure if I’ll be doing it again.  But I learned a lot! (Like, blood loss isn’t overly comfortable).

Unwinding in Dunedin…

Last weekend, I travelled to Dunedin for the first time (shocking, I know!).  It was for the Unwind Fibrecraft Retreat – a weekend of crafty goodness for any serious knitters and spinners out there.

Unwind is an annual event, and a big deal in the NZ knitter scene.  There are classes, trade stalls, and just a general community of like-minded individuals from all around the country (and a couple from overseas) getting together for the weekend to swap tips and just catch up.

Because it was my first time in the city, I did a lot of exploring by myself.

Including a Cadbury chocolate factory tour (complete with a bag of take-home chocolate… see my fitness comments above) and a tour of the Speights brewery.

The highlight of the sightseeing?  Baldwin St.  The steepest residential street in the world (apparently).  I was… steep.  To the point where it was only comfortable walking up on tippy-toes like you’re wearing high heels.

I felt sorry for the rubbish truck that was due that morning to take away all the recycling in the yellow-topped bins you can see in the photo.

Like ripping off a band-aid, I powered up as quickly as I could.  I wanted to get to the top, so I focussed on that.  I could be sore at the top (and I was!).

When I got to the top, there were a number of tourists already there taking photos.  One older Asian woman had been watching me and came straight over and started rubbing my thigh.  My face must’ve said it all, because someone else came up behind her an explained that I had come up the hill very quickly.

It didn’t make it any less weird.  

Feeling: Accomplished

Today I farted and the world did not end. 

I farted on the leg press machine and, you know what?
No body cared.
No one.

One woman looked in my direction, instinctively, and just shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Yeah, it happens’.
No biggie.

It was oddly liberating!

Will I make a point to do it again?  No, of course not.  That’s gross.
But I ain’t gonna stress about it, either.

[Yes, this post was entirely about farts.  Don’t pretend to be so surprised]

Food for Thought

Do you think in pictures or words?
When you read “the brown cow waddled to the gate” do you picture the cow walking, or do the words swirl around in your head?

Usually, I see a version of what’s being described – like a movie playing out in my bed.  Every now and then there’ll be a key word that just flashes – as a word – and that’s what sticks in my memory.  Not the pictures, just the word.

Once I learned this, it made studying so much easier.  Learn the keyword prompts that will get the movie to play in your head, so you can put it down on paper.  Super.

But then there are strange times like this morning.  I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I woke with the words “GYM LUBE” at the forefront of my mind.  Big, white letters on a plain black background.

“GYM LUBE”

I have no idea what that means.

There’s definitely a Google search warranted, but not until after work tonight.  This isn’t the sort of thing to look up on your work phone, on an overcrowded public bus…

Back to the Grind!

Today marks the end of my summer holidays.  Back to work tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to it.

So, I made it a day of pampering.  It was great – gym, sauna, massage, shopping, movies, home for a delicious home cooked dinner and in bed well before my usual bed time.  Success.

There was plenty of yarny-goodness, too.  As a knitting-fiend, this sight in the changing room made me super happy:
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Seriously, look at this – I want to make one, too! Going to have to learn how to crochet…
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Any other yarn-addicts out there?  Have you found a way to blend it with your fitness / gym activities?

Nice Kitty…

Today, we fed lions.  
Out of the palm of our hands.
No joke.
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Wellington Zoo offer ‘close encounters’ with some of their animals – opportunities to meet them up close.  Pat them.  Feed them.  Just generally make all your dreams come true.

Well, they don’t let you pet the lions.  200kg of teeth and muscle can be a little unpredictable… but you can pet the others.
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The session was awesome – a once in a lifetime type of thing.
How many people can say they’ve been licked by a lion?! (It feels like sandpaper, btw).

And all off the back of a great Sunday morning session at the gym.  Endorphins!

My Sunday was great.  One to remember for a while.
What did you get up to this weekend?