It’s been a strange couple of days since inspecting the urine soaked hellhole of a house on Saturday. Even if I’d been fifteen, looking for somewhere to rent with ten friends for as little money as possible, I would’ve baulked at it. After missing out on the gorgeous house last week, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt quite depressed by the whole new accommodation scene, but luckily I hooked up with my brother for lunch on Saturday afternoon.

James is a great antidote to feeling down. He’s funny, crazy and always knows how to make me feel better. He’s also responsible for my newest obsession, Lethal Street Squad, a Japanese video game where you shoot a whole lot of bad guys (and in my case, some innocent bystanders - whoops). He prefers Ghost Squad, which uses some kind of semi-automatic gun in a jungle, while I dig the more urban pistol.

After several games, I came home and watched both Tomb Raider films, thus giving rise to my training goal for this year - turning myself into Lara Croft. Some people might find it odd to base yourself on a video game, but I don’t see anything wrong with it. So between running, rock climbing, weight training, yoga and my own personal shooting range at Hoyts, I should be lethal. Then I just have to complete some sort of archaeological training, and I’ll be totally authentic.

So today I ran. I hate running. Hate every minute of it. But I kept focussed on my goal, and was pretty happy with the result. Especially once I’d finished. Tomorrow sees me back in the saddle for spinning, which will be interesting to say the very least. Having sat down for some time, my legs are very sore, so I’m going to stretch, and then put the rubbish out. How glamorous!

Today I’m loving: my iPod, and Justin Timberlake, without which running would be far, far uglier.