I can’t believe it is Thursday already – time really does seem to be galloping along this week.
Tuesday – my run went well, I was quite pleased with my running time as it is slowly getting more and more with each run. Weigh in went ok too. I gained half a pound, but I’m not too miffed. Hormonal factors may play a part, but in all honesty, it’s likely to be the cake consumption on Monday (birthday in the office, never good for testing my willpower). I also received my RoadID wristband. Monica at Run Eat Repeat was talking about safety in a recent post, and it got me thinking about my safety too. Thankfully I live in a nice part of the world and sinister goings on are less of a risk in comparison to our local council’s inability to maintain pavements (broken ankle? Maybe. Mugging? Unlikely). Either way, I now have identification on my run, just in case. I got the purple one of these:
Just as a quick thought actually, I was really pleased with this – the band is really smooth and comfortable, it does up like a man’s watch and feels secure but light. I was also impressed by the speed of delivery – from Kentucky in the States to Devon in the UK, it took about a week and a half – that’s quicker than some internal mail.
Wednesday – back on plan, following a strict talking to (delivered by me, to me) regarding the fact that lots of exercise/running does not mean that I can eat what I like, in whatever quantity I like. I went to a law conference at Dartington Hall (gorgeous venue – high vaulted ceilings, huge arched windows, massive fireplaces), and ate very little as all that was on offer was curly stale sandwiches (mmm… yummy…. blurgh). I should have gone out for a run, but decided against it (for hunger reasons) and watched Spartacus: War of the Damned instead. I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed by this series of Spartacus. It’s gone a little bit too much into the anti-hero territory for my personal liking. Also, I am not a fan of Crixus with a beard, and Nevia has turned into a little witch.
That brings us to Thursday. It’s technically my Friday today, as I have finally got a day off. This is my first holiday since Christmas, and it couldn’t have come too soon. Sadly, it is just one day I am off, but I have a week off soon. It’s kettlebells tonight, and already I’m not feeling it, so I will have to have another stern word if I don’t scrape myself up later.
Tomorrow involves much mooching around with Mummy Tub, as we head off to the County Show. Food/beer tent, here we come! (Yes, yes, I know – moderation in the food tent).