the face-off with the duck

Saturday:
I managed to scale the 1000 steps. Nearly ran out of breath about 309630 times. Shows how unfit I am. It was an amazing feeling though, reaching the top. Like I've accomplished something. Which just made me think: going down the 1000 steps would not have felt as good if I only made it halfway and decided to give up. Wow, who knew exercise could be applied to real life? We celebrated our acheivement by going to Grill'd.

Sunday:
Lunch at a family friend's place. Awesome food. Very awkward though, because I almost didn't know everyone there. But the food was worth the awkwardness. Well, and also the people were nice anyway.

Then I decided to go cycling, to improve my current fitness levels (see above). While cycling, I decided to have a face-off with the same duck that attacked me some time last week while I was jogging. While cycling home, the duck tried to attack me again. It did the attacking dance thing, so I got off my bike and stood in front of it. Then the duck fully tried to attack me again, so I shoved my bike in front of me (I have this strange fear of birds pecking my feet/toes off) and picked up a stone and threw it near the duck. Notice it wasn't "at" the duck because I didn't want to be caught abusing animals - and it might also be because I have terrible aim-, which would lead to ANOTHER fine I can't afford (I got a parking fine a couple of weeks ago). This is the best part though. The duck actually ran after the stone thinking it was food. How stupid is it? Why would I feed a bird that attacked me like 3 times?? But okay, whatever, the important thing is that, now the duck knows who's in charge of Sheperd's Bush - clearly me.

Ahh, what an eventful weekend. I don't mind doing it all over again.