Right, you know what, I've decided I'm going rogue. No more of this attempting to stick to some sort of schedule, oh no, I'm going for the total anarchy, perhaps it'll be more frequent perhaps less so, who knows? And you know what no-one can stop me, I mean what's going to happen, I am going to have my licence to blog revoked. No, of course not, and you know why? Because I never even bothered getting one in the first place, am I one of those dangerous radical types or what?
Ok so now that has happened, I feel I should explain my recent experiences. Last week I finally managed to get round to seeing Django, I mean this had been quite a challenge. Plans were made and changed, remade and discarded so after many false dawns the sun finally rose and I made my way down the road to the local cinema. I have to say it is a fairly brilliant film, some cracking dialogue and totally ridiculous violence. Certainly it was worth all the effort I had gone to, to actually get there and see it.
After managing this feat I returned home for around 5 hours of sleep before jumping on a coach to Montreal. I realise now that over the past month and a half or so I have been in Montreal ever other weekend or so, it's beginning to feel like a second home. This trip was for the track meet at McGill, it's pretty big people come from all over the east of Canada, and a few brave souls travel from further west. The first event I did was pole vault, now I didn't really know what to expect here, the last time I had vaulted was before I left England, and the prospect of turning upside down and landing back on the track was one I was more concerned about than usual. Fortunately these fears proved unfounded and I vaulted far better than expected, going out trying to equal my pb. The next day I did my first pentathlon and to be honest it went fairly horrendously. However I am going to say some unusual for a combined eventer here, the best bit was definitely the 1k, I think this was because all the teams were lining the inside of the track and were in the lanes from about 3 outwards, so there was an absolutely brilliant atmosphere. Also it meant I had no idea how long I had been running as I couldn't hear a thing or see the clock, I ended up with a pb. Anyhow after I had regained my ability to stand I walked back towards the hotel, by this time the feeling of "I'm about to throw up" had also subsided, but I quickly brought it back by absolutely destroying a double cheeseburger. Anyhow we then coached back and I slept fairly well, discovering Avatar is much improved by sleeping through ther middle hour and a half or so.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what has happened to me recently.
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