A poxy day at the office was made worse by inconsiderate timing which was made worse by having to follow a slow coach on the way home (local railway shut for repairs, no matter which way or what time I head home there’s a coach or two clogging things up) which was made worse by a pair of legs that don’t belong on my body.
My pedometer is playing up so I’ve no realistic record of strides at work. My outing was a wince a step which made for three and a half miles of frustration and, since I needed toothpaste, shampoo, milk, scones (yep…needed scones!) and firelighters (too lazy to challenge myself to start fires the decent way more often than not at the moment. Ridiculous, but hey), a bag was taken and the filthy, vile, depressing store that is Tesco Park Farm was ventured into and ventured out of feeling slightly dirtier than before.
Then I had to go back to work to re-set the CCTV, so I used the opportunity to try and get to work and back and sort the system in under an hour. This blog is brought to you by the powers of ABS, traction control, around 3 gallons of fuel and 52 minute achievement of goals.
So while my upper body is no bigger (exercise missed out to the need to pay the mortgage) and my legs still hurt, at least I didn’t lose the entire evening to a cock-up.
134 runs, 96 exercises and 47 cycles to go.
