makeqfit

The title of this blog refers to my personal score for my blogging efforts of late. Awful. I have been quite lax of late when it comes to blogging - which, considering I have four blogs, is a bit of a waste! But I was watching a program on MTV - well TMF, but it was an MTV programme - Run's Family, which is a reality show - another one! - about the now Reverand Run Simpson, formerly one half of Run Dmc. This episode was focusing on one of his daughter's graduations. She was a sweet natured girl, straight A student who was arranging a pool party with her parents consent, to celebrate the graduation. After the party, Run asks his daughter if she enjoyed the party, she is so happy and pleased that everyone has had a good time and says as much. Run - who is not short of a dollar or two - is so proud of his daughter and her attitude, he buys her a Mercedes. Normally, I hate when some rich kid gets a car that most of us would have to sell a grandparent to buy, but she was so overwhelmed when he presented her with the keys, one just understood that this was not something which her father gave out lightly, and in that respect, it was lovely. Reminded me of getting my first bike:D Run also sat the rest of his brood down to explain to them that it was because of his daughter's academic achievements and humble manner that he felt that he could reward her with a party and a car; hard work brings reward. So in a bit of tangent, it struck me that of all the systems used for indicating achievement - percentages, number out of 10, bronze, silver and gold - the most recognised and easily understood is grading. Everyone knows A+ is fantastic grade and D - not so. So I worked out a bit of a scale for myself, the idea being that I would "grade" aspects of my life;
Training:B+ Diet:C- Finances D+ etc....so here's the scale I worked out.

A+ = Olympian(liar!)
A = Phenomenal
A- = Excellent
B+ = Great
B = V. Good
B- = Good
C+= Okay
C = Average
C- = V. Average
D+ = Poor
D = V. Poor
D- = Awful
E+ = V. Awful
E = Oh no!
E- = Embarrassing...

I have not worked out what all the aspects of my life are yet, but I am sure - if I am brutally honest - that it will make interesting and illuminating reading. Of course if everything is A+....

OMIGOD! It's hot! i've been trying to sleep for hours. now i'm sort of awake/asleep, with my mind jumping from one thing to another! I feel sleepy as I write this but as soon as I lie down my mind starts racing again - i just tried it. AAARGHH! I'm going to try and sleep:zzz:

I don't talk to people. I have a friend who talks to anybody and everybody - lovely guy - we joke that he has no standards, because he will - and routinely does - strike up a conversation with anybody. He is a taxi a driver, so I suppose it is a nice personality quirk, but even before he started driving a taxi he was like that. I on the other hand, don't really engage with people unless I am introduced to them. I am - I am loath to admit - a real city person. I have many friends and circles and make very little - okay, no effort - to meet anybody else. Most of my friends are personable people, always mixing happily with all and sundry when out and about. I, on the other hand, am ever only hit by this sociability malaise sporadically. Given that I have spent my entire working life dealing with the general public and having to talk to people, it is very odd. Especially now, in my job as a personal trainer and fitness instructor, I am cajoling and talking to people all the time. Though I am personable however, I rarely enquire beyond professional lines - how's the training going? Do you do the same thing every week? What do you eat? blah, blah blah... - I do actually want to help people when it comes to fitness, but being the gym bloke is a bit like being the ticket collector - a former occupation of mine - that's all people see. But that is not the people's fault is it? That is all I am projecting. Don't get me wrong, having worked in the gym going on four years, I do know a lot of the regulars and what they do and even in a moment of madness - not regret, please - met my last girlfriend there (obviously I was feeling a little more sociable that day!) But in a city which seems to get more populated by the day, the only people I meet are the ones who come into my classes. Talking in my classes is no problem; it's work and i'm good at it. But when my classes end and the various people disperse, except for the select few who have been coming for years, I have no idea what lives of most them entail. Maybe it's time to escape my comfort zone. The box is getting pretty small.

my head has not been right this month:frown: no idea why. but i have found temporary solice in this - SHAKIRA!
and Brazil advancing to the quarter finals in the World Cup! Yay!

Tonight's topic of conversation on BBC radio London's weekly black show was black men and Asian women as couples and do black men make good fathers? Unfortunately I did not catch that much of the show, though what I did catch was lively and provocative. One young lady phoned in to make the point that if people did not find a particular race attractive or did not go out with a particular group of people that did not make them racist. She was of the opinion that every person was entitled to their own views, likes and dislikes. I was inclined to agree. Most adults can name a look/type they prefer. I - for those who don't know - like brunettes. That's not to say I don't find other women attractive; I just am always most likely to be attracted to brunettes. So if an Asian says they don't go out with blacks, does that make them a racist? I would suppose you would have to ask the individual. The next caller offered the view that, if in fact a person did not go out with some one because of their race/colour they were, in essence, racist. The most interesting caller was the last one on the subject. It was a white guy who said he was married to a black woman. He said he had a couple of Asian work colleagues who had told him that one of the ways in which Asian tend to view themselves, is through their professions. So to go out with a black man - very much viewed as lowly working class - was seen as beneath them. This something we - the black male community - have always felt and known. It is not something which is exclusive to Asians however. It is just that they are very closeted as a community, almost as if they do not trust any other race. There is, even amongst black people, an image of the black man as a rougish Lothario, almost hunting and conquering women of any creed and colour - some black men REALLY believe it! - but it's a nonsense. I have met men of every race and they ALL think like that to some degree.