Last of the chapatti fat . . .

Erm, yeah. Plan A, 7am run didn't happen, so the peanut butter addiction, only being ate for protein reasons, I just don't get this whole glue affect. So peanut butter and sweet potatoes of equal amounts washed down with juice and chai followed by retreating back to bed. Its what the professionals do, I now think im one of them minus the running part of their routine. Plan B was to run at 10 after my rifting peanut butter had digested, I can confirm that this didn't happen. Instead, when I saw the time, I knew the other guys will of returned from their run and will be having breakfast, so I had my second breakfast, to prepare myself for my re-scheduled run on the afternoon. My bed was still calling but I resisted and went to the empty gym.

Here it was great, I got a mat and lay down chilling out to music while doing lazy-fied hip and core work followed by stretches. This prepared me for the 11.30 core session with gav and the rest of the group, which to be fair I do work harder in, even if I am half asleep while doing so, closed eyes are concentration eyes.

Food time, followed by a walk into Iten, Ian is continuing on trying to get his hands on a Kenyan running jacket. We had a wander round taking picture of signs we find amusing before heading back up to the camp, a nice walk out, and photo opportunity for me, im trying to make the effort.

On return to the camp I popped on my bikini to join Car by the pool, only the two beds next to her were taken up by John and Chris. Chris decided on my arrival to grab a beer so jumped in the pool to swim over to the chill out lounge to order one, giving me ample opportunity to call his sunbed my bed. Lying on my front chatting to Car about the usual topics. On Chris' return Willy had just brought over his beer, which I decided to treat myself to a mid afternoon sip or two, much to Chris' delight.

His response to my behaviour was to lie his half naked wet body on top of mine, not much of a revenge in my eyes. So I just lay, and lay, and lay til Chris removed himself. We all Sat chatting for a wee while, until Ian and Chris starting making movements, I could see they were up to no good. The result, me clinging on to Chris and the bed while they lift it up to tip me into the pool, which happened, but as it was into the shallow end I just kinda popped into it, screaming wasn't really necessary for the occasion, but felt fun to do. After a day of sleeping in me own ming for a couple hours on the morning, working out-ish in the gym, a core workout and a walk around town sweating like a pig with no deodorant on that day, I spoilt Chris by lying on top of him on my sun lounger with my half naked wet body with my absolutely skanky armpit in his face, he was not impressed.

Angela and I decided to go for a run, Angela's second run of the day, my rescheduled run. One whole hour later, the run occurred after an extended chai break, the chai is in the dining room which we by pass from the pool to our room.

We ran separate routes, I decided to do the St Patricks route, the hilliest route ever known to man, well, ever known to me. It is not an enjoyable run, especially when a migraine decided to kick in after about 20mins. All my vision was blurred, which running on rocky dirty tracks is always great fun, especially when every turn looks the same. Somehow, by running along with one eye open and my ipod blasting out the tunes, I managed to get back. I felt like I could see dead people, as every now and then people would just appear right in front of me talking, it was quite scary, especially with it being a foreign language it was like gibberish speaking, like a dead person language, and with the sun beating down behind them, they are radiating and glowing infront of you.

Return to camp, I lay down in bed chatting to Angela for roughly half an hour to try and lift the blindness and pain behind the eyes. To make meself feel better, I slapped on some makeup after showering and putting on deodorant and perfume to undo my manky-ness of the day and the two of us headed to the chill out lounge for bbq time.

A beer is always the way to cure anything, so a round of beers got ordered and we sat at the table taking the mickey outta Stefan sitting on a whole table by himself. We had put two round tables together with just one chait on the second table as we just couldn't work out the whole seating arrangements with the placemats on a round table, as it leaves gaps and things. I tried to talk but tonight no one could translate me, I blame the eye pain.

After everyone was meated up, me spinach rolled chapatti upped, we headed up stairs for the Sunday night quiz that Gav was putting on again as it was such a hit last week.

Waiting for the match to finish before we began, I took angela through some of my pics where we came across a picture of a giraffe where we sat and cried with laughter for a long long time, which kept sparking up every time we went to change the picture after calming down, only to reveal the giraffe again, eee it was just incredibly funny and disturbing to everyone else watching the match, but this kept me chuckling for days after every time I looked at the picture.

I decided to sit out due to my zero interest in quizzes. However, Stefan, Angela and Car had me as a stand by in their group for my one answer I always know in a quiz, never more than one answer in a quiz will I ever know. This quiz it was which island was Freddie Mercury born on. Now as I had been in a bar in Zanzibar informing me that Freddie Mercury was born on that island, this is how I knew this answer, ask me four weeks before that and I wouldn't of had a clue. The rest of the quiz I sat with Lauren.

Then it was a matter of people drifting off to bed, sitting chatting ending the night by a power cut, where it was peeing down outside, but sod it, bedtime.xx