Running with it.

Ive been running for a while. Whether its 2 miles around the block or a 6 miler where I really push myself. Its always provided me with a confidence, that I know how well my body is working when I feel the buzz after a run. Its always something for me to do when I need to focus, to block away other life shit for a short while.

I run with music; I think I can run for longer when I listen to music, as if im getting powered along to the tracks when im out at 6am. Takes my mind away from the cold air that’s biting at my legs and to take my mind away from my thumping heart when im racing along to Little Jinder on repeat. Or Krafty Kuts, Illustrate, Gangstarr, DJ Yoda and Pharoahe Monch. They all work for me when im running.

I can run to different beats. Some days I’ll run faster and some days not quite as fast. I like pushing myself and always seem to set small goals while I running. ‘Get to the next post before the beat drops‘ , ‘Get to the end of the road before the track ends‘…..music fuels my competitive nature. I can see victory when I run, even when im not running against anyone or for anything. it’s a mental accomplishment when you performed to the best of you abilities. That knowledge you hold, yourself, of what you just did, the boost that its gives you that no one else will understand. I say that because people run for different reasons. I know why I run. For Me, Myself and I.
…….and the some smoking hot chicks that go joggin in Hagley Park!!

Its always the same when your alone for a period of time. Like I am now, I don’t know many people where im living and right now in Christchurch its not the best environment in light of what’s gone on in the past few weeks. But I have walked myself down to the pub for a few Kiwi Ciders and meet some people but I seem to spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts, which is soothing sometimes. You can really think about the fine details of whatever is on your mind when you have that time alone. Assess your goals and aims, qualities and flaws. Establish your direction.

This is something ive been thinking about while ive been over here. Some of those classic emotions you get when your away. I did find myself missing my Mum the other day. I got back from work on Friday at 6pm. And at home Mum will usually have dinner all set up ready for me, my bro and dad to come in and fuel up. But here I had 6 tomato’s in the fridge and some white bread. Cant say it was as good as my mums lasagne with boiled, new pembs’ spuds and some salad!! That’s the business right there.

Did miss the lil pep talks from the old man aswell. I normally thought that most of the shite he tells me would just go over my head, but ive been ina few situations here where Big Doug has said some stuff that made some sense of what was goin on.
My bro and sister aswell. Ben and Phoebe. Missing their bitchin an moaning about fuck all. I do miss the comedy you get from a family of 5.
But all that is something to look forward to when its time to go home. Thinking about my goals, I know that stayin here is everything to me right now, even though im not able to do what I set out here to do yet. I’m just guna run with it.
　
　

Jim from California: A Tale of a silly Welsh Man in NZ: So I dragged myself over to the next neighbourhood called Ferrymead. There’s some bars over there I thought id go check out, as recommended by my landlady.
So i was in there for around 2 hours, had about 4 pints and a few cigs. Built up the confidence a smidge.

So was at the bar when 2 ladies passed and I asked how their night was going, what was happening with their dresses coz they were fuck-ugly. All in good taste, they were questioning the level of my trouser waist. Anyway they were there with their boyfriends (FUCK) and I was promptly introduced. 2 boxers, massive fuckin stacked out lads. Intimidated as I was I put on the deep voice, ‘hello……..hows things’. They both replied with the highest pitched, squeaky voices ever. It was like our whole conversation had been dubbed by The Smurfs. After id spoken to them for a while we were getting on well and just chattin rubbish.

So they were expecting friends and as they told me this I saw 2 more ladies walk in, waving in our direction. So the 2 boxers grabbed me and said, ‘Right Tom, your names Jim and you’ve just moved here from California…ok, ….ready’, So there was me being introduced to 2 random kiwi chicks as a Californian called Jim….so I ran with it. ’Hi, hello, im Jim from California, how you doin…..’. The lads nearly cracked up laughin from the get go, and both their girlfriends were holding back the laughs as their 2 friends shook their heads understandingly at me, not 100% sure of my accent because believe me it was piss poor. It was a fuckin disaster. But I hung on to it before owning up to them.
The funniest bit about it was the look on the 2 ladies faces. They were relieved to find out that I was just messing about and, I quote, ’not retarded or something….can we get you a drink’.
I few more pints and a conversation regarding one anothers phone numbers. And I was on my way home. Not one of my best stories but ive got 2 more years here so look out!!

A poor mans shopping list:Big thing of milk x1
Bread x4
Butterx1
Ham, cheese……..maybe pickle?
Pasta x3
Pasta sauce x3
Chicken
Pot Noodles x20
Half bag salad x1
24 pack of chips x1
Fruit - pears or sumin?
Pack of shit rags x!
Shower gel x1
Condoms x100


OK, thats all i got for now, but i will have some pics from a skatepark session up asap!!
Love to everyone back in Wales.