Well I started running again. I had gotten into a pretty good routine at the beginning of the year. Forcing myself to go after school or before Ulpan even though my couch and Netflix were beckoning to me with
open arms. And then it started to rain. I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll say it again, it does rain in Israel…a lot. Any slight chance of rain in the winter became my excuse to not exercise for the day.
But, it’s starting to get warm again. Sorry to all my friends and family back home that are dealing with a snowstorm right now. So I decided the vacation was over and started my couch to 10k app all over again. A bit of propaganda: it’s a really cool app that trains you how to run 10 kilometers even if you are a couch potato like me. I started three weeks ago and just finished week three today. It starts off easy with alternations of running and walking for varying lengths of time so I haven’t had it too bad yet.
Karma totally struck the other day though. Last Wednesday, with only a 20% chance of rain I left my apartment optimistic about the run ahead of me. I made it about 10 minutes before the sun completely disappeared and it was pouring, probably the origin of the expression “it’s raining cats and dogs.” I rushed underneath a store awning and stood there helpless. Since I run with my phone I didn’t want to risk breaking my 6th iPhone due to the inclement weather. I waited. And waited some more, until my running play list ended. The rain had calmed down a bit, so I tucked my headphones down through my shirt and put my phone into my waistband and ran home through the rain. When I walked in the door I was a strange mix of red from heat exhaustion and wet dog. 5 minutes after I got home, the sun came back out. Only in Israel.
Besides my running adventures, I started a new book, and please no one judge me…Fifty Shades of Grey.Before you start your criticisms of how could I go from The Bell Jar to this so called novel, I’m only doing it to try and finish it before the movie comes out on Valentine’s Day. I hate to see movies before reading the original book. But this time may be an exception. I feel like I’m reading a porno in book form. I know I’m not the first person to say that. But I just don’t enjoy it. I feel weird sitting on the bus to Tel Aviv and reading about such detailed sexual exploits, wondering if the woman sitting next to me and gazing over my shoulder is appalled at my reading material. I think I may put that one back on the shelf and settle for something more tame. I brought a Maya Angelou book with me, so maybe I’ll start that.
My apartment had a big party this past weekend to celebrate Australia Day. My roommate Mona, besides being a fabulous cook, is also Australian. She definitely loves everything from Australia and being Australian. Did I mention she was from Australia? Anyway, January 26 was Australia day so the following Saturday on the 31st, we had an Australia Day party at the apartment. Mona made all of the food which included mini meat pies, mini quiches, lamingtons (cake covered in chocolate and coconut), two different types of pavlova (meringue cookies), and FAIRY BREAD. If you don’t know what Fairy Bread is stop everything you are doing and google it. Then come back and finish reading my blog of course. It’s so simple but just so good. It’s white bread with butter and sprinkles. I know it sounds strange but the Aussies definitely got it right on this one. The last item on the menu was Vegemite toast. I don’t really know what to say about vegemite. All of the Australian counselors from my sleep away camp used to bring it with them and eat it for breakfast every morning. They always tried to get the campers to try it but we never agreed, almost like a premonition about how weird it was. It’s just super salty with a weird after taste. But hey apparently it’s really rich in vitamin b!
I’m counting down the days until I get to go home over Passover to see my family, friends, and Bubba. Bubba is my English bulldog. I have realized since moving to Israel that I definitely have an unhealthy obsession with him. I miss him…like a lot. I told my dad if he doesn’t bring Bubba to the airport to pick me up it’s going to start the trip off on a sour note. Maybe. He doesn’t understand where I went and I don’t get to call and text him, ugh it just breaks my heart. I’m coming for you soon Bubba!!
That’s enough rambling about my dog. Until next time.