Wasabi Peas

This weekend my Aunty (who is also my godmother) was staying with my parents in Chorleywood. Unfortunately she hasn’t been well lately so I was desperate to head home to see her and hang out with such an incredibly strong and inspiring woman. I beavered through my essay reading and headed back home for the weekend. Joy.

All five of my family (and my aunty) were together again and it was flipping fantastic, if you hadn’t already guessed I absolutely love my family. I also managed to see some of my closest friends, which was such a treat, here I am with them in the loos at church. That sounds really weird written down, it wasn’t a planned loo trip to take a photo, it just sort of happened. Girls go to the loo in groups, it’s how we roll.

 (standard 13 year olds in the mirror photo, groovin and blurred)

Anyway, I headed back to Oxford on Monday and as a special treat, Mama G had bought me some Wasabi peas. Yum... but also kind of weird.

 You see, the thing with Wasabi peas is you have one and at first it’s sweet, and you think yes, I like you. But moments later, the wasabi kicks in and soon your mouth and nose start having a joint hissy fit. Stranger still, is that after this bizarre experience, you find that you want more (why? I have no idea). So here I was on the bus, munching my way through this packet half enjoying them, half crying and sneezing- poor girl sitting next to me must have thought I was cray cray.

It got me thinking (the bus journey was dull) eating Wasabi peas is a bit like running. I really enjoy it, I love being able to get away from work and college and have space to think. Yet, running isn’t the most glamorous of sports, you get tired, red, hot and sweaty, people question your sanity for wanting to run the Marathon… but I still go back for more. Weird isn’t it?! Hmm. 

Sorry I got so side tracked, back to training:

I‘ve been on two runs so far this week, one 6 mile* yesterday and one 3 mile today. Both were good (and cowfree) but I got pins and needles in my feet at the end of my 6 mile run, strange. If anyone knows what that is maybe message me?... Aka Mum, who I suspect may be the only one religiously reading this blog, yodel ma.

*I know I said I was upping the miles this week to 7, turns out I can’t read and that’s not until next week. So I’m heading to the gym on Thursday and then getting ready for 7 miles on Monday-chaboomski.