My dad gets me Tate Membership card for my birthday and we go when he’s in town, and I try and catch the different exhibitions at the Modern and Britain. La-dee-dah!
As with most artists that get shown at the Tate Modern, I hadn’t heard of them before going, and Malevich was no exception. I know pretty much nothing ~*about art~*, but I like looking at it. So!
My favourite of Malevich’s styles was his cubo-futurist paintings. I like the strong shapes and the minimal colour palette in Morning in the Village After a Snowstorm.
Park: Regent’s Canal - the same route as this run but with no extra bits. “Speed” training - speedy for me anyway!
Dogs: A white and tan collie with one blue eye, a hairy black one in the canal, lots of terriers. Good, solid, but not outstanding.
Notes: The speediest I’ve ever run! I am really chuffed. I feel a bit more confident about reaching my goal time now. The marathon is less than six weeks away now, so it’s a welcome boost to be so on track with the minutes as well as the miles.
And now for another gender politics/running rant!
I got mansplained. By a good guy, a funny guy, a friend of a friend who with a bit more time I’d like to consider my friend too, but still: URGH.
Yes, marathons are long. I know this because I’ve done one already. I had to say this several times before he even acknowledged it.
Yes, I am aware that protein is what the body uses to repair muscle, so I should eat more of it when in training.
Yes, I have modified my diet a bit since starting training. No, it’s not a big deal, and no I don’t fancy drinking protein shakes instead of eating old fashioned regular food.
Yes, this worked for me just fine last year, and seems to be doing so again this time too.
This guy wasn’t a runner, he just thought he knew better than me about something that I do that he doesn’t (logic?!), about my body, and my diet. And that’s annoying, and patronising as well. Because he’s a Knowledgeable Man, and I’m just a silly girl who’s taken up running because it’s fashionable now and needs to be educated some because obviously even if I had put any thought into this, it would be eclipsed by his Totes Helpful and Unique Man Thoughts.
My legs are my business, and as long as what I do with them isn’t hurting anyone else, they don’t need anyone else’s opinions.
Anyway. I’m thinking of signing up for the Ealing Half at the end of the month with my pal Damien (who gives lots of advice and is *never* a twat about it!), and if I can keep up this weekend’s pace, I should be able to beat my Hackney Half time with no trouble.
I went to see the BP Portrait Award 2014 at the National Portrait Gallery on my lunch break as my office is just down the road. Convenient!
There were over 50 portraits.
31 Years by Tanya Wischerath was my favourite. It feels strong, unabashed.
Went running. Guys in the park swore at me, and threw things. I’ve got 2 bruises. SO GLAD MY PERSONAL SAFETY IN A PUBLIC SPACE IS OPTIONAL.— Frances Taylor (@penny_face)August 24, 2014
I’ve mentioned before how I get catcalled when I’m out running, it’s nothing new really. But it hadn’t gotten physical before, and it shook me up.
It makes me really angry, and I’m not sure how to deal with it. I try not to react so as not to escalate it, but then I feel like they’re ‘getting away with it’ which I’m not keen on either. i want to be like “hey, that’s not OK!” but the guys who would respond reasonably to that statement wouldn’t throw rocks at a girl in a park to begin with.
Of course I’d rather have stuff thrown at me than be sexually assaulted, but what a decision to have to consider.
I saw a (female) PCSO later on and said what happened but I still feel impotent, though lucky that I can go to a PCSO and be believed.
The world feels like such a mess, I’m not even sure where to begin. I guess I’ll start by lacing up my trainers again tomorrow, and raising some money for Crisis.