Sunday

I like Sundays.

At least I think I do.

Sundays are days that really let me relax and do NOTHING.

Given that Olivier has a rugby match and is gone the whole day. Otherwise it's the both of us, doing nothing and stressing about it. I mean, when I have a chance to have a whole day with him, I always try to find something for us to do.

Not easy since it's a Sunday and everything's closed.

I enjoy walking and getting fresh air. Not easy in a big city. And I'm not keen on walking if it doesn't involve nature or a good reason. I dream of trekking the Inca Trail, getting lost in some rain forest or going for a tour around Mont Blanc. You can't call me sportive but I have a good stamina. When there's a will, there's a way ! :)

So today, Olivier asked if I felt like running later on in the evening. I don't like running. I did it for awhile to escape my psychopath-of-a-room mate, but I find it boring. And I think I couldn't really keep up with a rugbyman...even if he did slow down for me.

I quickly came up with another proposal. Since I'm on this diet, I can't eat everything. I can't eat potatoes or pasta or chinese noodles. I CAN on the other hand eat a special japanese noodle called Shirataki or Konnuyaku. It's made with agar-agar so it's totally fat, cholesterol, sugar, and glucose free. Sounds too good to be true?

Try finding some.

I had happened to find out a japanese market that sells it and that is open on Sundays. My great idea was to suggest that we walk from our place to the shop and walk back home again. Great !

Just one thing :

9,8 kms, 1h50 mins - one way.

NOTHING to it!

Result :

My legs hurt like hell, I think I managed to wear down the joint that connects my right femur to my hip (it burns with stabbing pain), Olivier has weird pains in his left arm and we paid too much for too little meat at a japanese restaurant. We did however have a laugh, a good time and we learned more about one another. Oh and we found the market and I bought 6 packets of shirataki.

The trip was worthwhile.

Kinda like the last trip we did on a Sunday where we went "hiking" around the Castle of Versailles. There was nothing to see, it was all muddy, we got lost in a forest and walked in total 3h without even seeing the damn castle.

Good times.

I also like our silly over-stretched walks with Olivier since it's a chance to communicate more than usual (helps make time run faster when you're doing something relatively boring). We're not big talkers, but I can talk to him about everything. Nothing is tabou in our conversations and sometimes the poor guy learns more than he would want to. :)

Oh and mom called.

Told that they have too much snow, that everything was ok but that there were still no news about the date for Timo's operation. Frustrating.