sophie didn't do anything at all.

Friday, 18 August 2017

| life fail | bus w*nker | bring it back | 2014

This story. I still can't even.

2014. The year I was a builder. 

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I've been having rough luck lately. My usual level of clumsiness,  propensity for ridiculous situations and general inability to function in public have all spiralled out of control and I seem to be walking into far more malfunctions than fair. 

Take last week. I've been working from a not so close location and the bus has become a must (the 800 at 7:54am to be precise). Ordinarily I can manage with not many hours of sleep, but on this particular Thursday, my 6 hours were not enough. Even as I sat at the bus stop (a sorry sight), my head was nodding forwards and I could barely keep my eyes open. 

The fight to remain conscious took an aggressive turn minutes away from my destination. I was quite literally holding my eyes open and biting my cheek to stay focused, but even that wasn't holding back the waves of sleep. The inevitable happened. I gave in. Setting an alarm for five minutes time and putting my headphones in I leant forwards and allowed my body to shut down. 

Twenty minutes later.

I was awoken by a pain in my face. Specifically from contact with the head of the man in front of me. A groggy sense of realisation hit me as I fell sideways, completely out of control of my limbs. Landing awkwardly in the aisle, my momentum wasn't done with me yet, and I rolled down the small number of steps - an audience of twenty doing their best to hide bemusement and bewilderment as a twenty something squirmed on the floor. 

Nothing made sense, other than the fact I definitely wasn't in control of this situation. Hurrying to stand and retain any sort of dignity (my skirt had somehow made it's way to my boobs and I was definitely giving everyone an eyeful) I then looked out of the window. I had missed my stop. First thing first, my hurried and babbled apology to the middle aged man clutching the back of his head before, I ran to the driver.

'Please let me off. I'm so late for work'. In what I realised was a rare case of sympathy, he stopped at the next bus stop, his words ringing in my ears as I ran on.

'Maybe next time don't party so hard.'

They all thought I was drunk. If only that were the case. 

I can't even imagine how much the man who had had the misfortune of sitting in front of me would have hated his day. I hit him with some force. 

This is the real reason why I run - I still had a mile to cover before I was back at the right stop.





Gah. 
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| fitness | my stupidest injury | 2016 the year I got muddy

I have more than one. fyi.

The below photo is a still taken from GoPro footage of my finish.

And it hurt.

A lot.

In fact, it was one of the single most painful experiences of my life, before it went completely numb straight after.

That should have signalled that there was some damage done.


My mum (ex-nurse) was in a panic for the rest of the day - we had opted out of running the 5 miler because we were scared I had broken something. 

I insisted on completing the 10 mile race on the Sunday (I was writing a review for the magazine), which turned out to be 15. It was excruciating. I was unable to turn my head, and climbing obstacles jolted my whole body.  

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Monday, 14 August 2017

oops.



My dissertation...


'How is Snapchat an agent of the attention economy of new media?'


...brought to life some uncomfortable truths surrounding how apps are designed to dictate our usage behaviour. I kind of glossed over them at the time, focusing more on sexting (as my pornography paper had  been banned by the ethics committee and I was mad).

However this article is why I'm going to be quitting my job soon.

I can't do it anymore.

Phone addiction is pivoted as the fault of the individual, rather than the apps we use.

It's recommended that unless you're talking to a person, you should reduce the notifications you're exposed to (insta, facebook etc). 

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the above photo makes me so happy. 

because even in the middle of the session from hell, I still look like I'm enjoying myself. And what would be the point if i wasn't?

this weekend was tough from a training point of view and today my everything aches.

not sorry.







yeah... i think i was being told off too


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Wednesday, 2 August 2017

| 2017 | august | 02 | wednesday


This is my sigh sheet. 

I was allocated 169 sighs (given my propensity for an exhale in all situations). I'm at the 100 to go mark. 

It's getting tense. 

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Birthday was good.

I made myself some goals over the coming year

- save £10,000. I know. That's a big ask given my financial management but I'm determined. 
- focus. I need to establish a routine and get back on track 
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I have no voice at the moment following a loud shouty game. It was magical. 




I had my hair dyed even blonder. I'm not sure where I'll stop. 


This weekend was also overshadowed by the national championships. 

My lot did quite well actually. 

Little bit proud. 


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