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A Clear Head...almost..

Any of you who know me well, or perhaps have read this blog for awhile will know that I have recently (meaning in the past two years) become a fitness freak. Actually, FREAK maybe a bit harsh as i'm not the 5-hours-a-day type freak but I'm certainly one that feels my brain needs activity to function normally.

Our school has finally hired one new foreign teacher which has a) lightened the workload and b) given me a social outlet - two things I was in dire need of at the end of September.

A relaxing week of shopping, eating and drinking in Seoul didn't hurt my situation either.

But now, after waking up last night about 4 different times, I realise that I need to become active again.

Insomia is not a cool thing and mine stems mostly from anxiety which I seem to not have any of when I've got the good old seratonin going.

In Belfast, the gym was right across the street from my house AND had all these amazing classes that kept me interested and well, fit.

I'm not really that happy with the fact my clothes aren't fitting but I'm more worried about 'going postal' if I'm not getting some regular cardio into my day.

The gym here is not great and it's inconveinent, especially with the hours I work. So, in Seoul, I treated myself to an MP3 player. Now, I just have to get songs on it. The new teacher B has been most kind as he has many songs on his laptop and said he'd be happy to put some on their for me now.

I figure with some kick ass music and good earphones, I should be able to get back to running outside, actually running for longer than I did at the gym.

Life in Korea is definitely changing all the time and for the better. I have more of my day back, which makes me feel less like a work horse and more like a human being.

Now, I just need to get my nights back.

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In light of the fact that this ENTIRE post doesn't really have an interesting Korean angle, I thought I would post you all a picture of the recent kids cutlural event. How cute are they in their outfits????

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