One ought to save one's blog posting periodically

Really great blog post, actually.  Before I lost the facker.
Tying in literature and feminism and core training.
Long and short of it is that instead of whinging so much in "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason", Ms. Jones should have been doing more mountain climber with Jillian Michaels.
Ah, but then no one would have bought the book, would they have, like what I did (albeit for a dollar at the Salvation Army).
I really must stop attempting to read chick lit.  It's quasi-amusing for a third of the way through the book and then the anger sets in.  I think I skimmed the last four chapters which - naturally - culminated in a marriage.
In other news: I'm a winner.
I know we all knew that, but today I got proof.
Yesterday Michael and I ran 15 miles and, like the seasoned runner that I am, I forgot to bring enough fuel.  Was fairly lightheaded as we headed up Keith Road.
But, as I have a still-functioning horseshoe up my ass, when we walked into our favourite post-run Starbucks they were serving little tasters of coffee and treats and so I immediately scarfed a couple of those down.  Really was digging the Tribute coffee blend but can't afford to actually buy Starbucks beans so had a treat and some tea and then we entered our names in a draw on our way out.
And I won!  I won a gigantic bag of the coffee that we tried yesterday, as well as a french press and my favourite drink (non-fat vanilla latte) on the house.
It made up for the fact that I tried to return my 2.5lb weights for 5lb weights at Winners today (really: when one puts "5lb weights" on the box would one not assume it meant two 5lb weights??) their system was down so I had to soldier through my latest addiction - YouTube workout videos - with weights meant for octogenarians with osteoperosis.