Working a lot of extra hours per week has meant that I've had to let a couple of training sessions go. Not easily done when you like ticking off every single session and adding up the kilometres run per week. But I'm not a full-time, sponsored athlete. And I need money to support my running habit. So sometimes I have to prioritise my paying job - but if anyone is open to sponsoring a 50+ runner who's not very talented but it enthusiastic, I'm open to negotiations. (Funnily enough, though, making rocky road has made it up the priority list a little higher than running. Probably because I need some reward at the end of another long day.)
So because life's been a bit of 'all work and little play' I've had to make the most of what little play I have had. Yesterday Iven and I stole a bit of precious time to go to the movies. The movie we'd decided to see was called The Invisible Woman - about Charles Dickens mistress - and because it wasn't a blockbuster we had to go to and arthouse cinema to see it.
Arthouse cinemas are wonderful things. They give you access to some interesting, obscure and downright weird movies. They generally appeal to an older demographic so you can rest your head back on the seat without fear of being infected with head lice. But being that the audience is a little older doesn't mean that it's better behaved. Older can often mean a little hearing impaired so whispers that are meant for your neighbour's ears only can be heard by the entire congregation. I left the theatre knowing how many times the coughing lady one row up had seen her GP about her nasty productive cough - eww phlegm overshare. And about the state of someone's daughter's divorce. Thank goodness no one got onto the topic of bowels because I've heard that ranks only second to weather in hot conversational topics in the elderly.
The movie wasn't great. Maybe it was my state of being busy, busy, busy and needing to go, go, go but I found a lot of the scenes really dragged. But the outing was great because of an interaction with the ticket collector.
We'd arrived early, bought our tickets and wanted to get a coffee to enjoy while we were watching the movie. But we wanted to check that they didn't mind us bringing one in. So we asked the ticket collector. He was probably in his late 60s and obviously enjoyed having a chat and a laugh with the patrons. He told us that we could bring in a coffee as long as it had a lid and as long as we got him one too. Oh, and he took two sugars.
So we went and got our coffees. And, because he wouldn't be expecting it, we got him one as well.
His face was priceless when we gave it to him. Confusion then surprise then a big smile. Heaven knows if he drinks flat whites but it didn't really matter.
We went and took our seats and a little while later he came down the aisle saying that no good deed should go unpunished. He presented us with a discount card to the cinema. I'm thinking that he wants us back so he can get more coffees.
The other highlights of the weekend (apart from two runs which were just what my head needed ) was the 1-0 win by the Roar football team to make it through to the grand final next weekend.
|Luke and Becky off to the Semi-final.|
And I discovered a pretty uncanny resemblance of the US Secretary of State to a muppet. Uncanny isn't it?!
So now it's over to you. What was the highlight or highlights of your weekend?