Day Eighteen: Maybe I'm Just Being A Dick

I assume the apocalypse will involve zombies.

When I'm left to my own devices, my brain processes things that it really doesn't need to. It does however make me a top candidate to seek out during the apocalypse as I can do things like show you how to set up a system to filter the salt out of sea water.







Anyway, I thought I had problems, and then I had problems. Time to throw the kerosene on the floor, light a match and walk away from the disaster that is slowly piling up around my feet. Be an adult for once Rachel, let it burn.

The challenges of wanting to be the best. Sometimes I believe I have delusions of grandeur. But then I remember how awesome I am.



Gym: Rest day. I was busy doing... other things.

Aikido: No training today.

Derby: Legs are still shot. My technique was really untidy today, and I keep getting shin splints doing a lot of frontal blocking drills. God knows why, because I don't get them from jumping which would make more sense. But then we did a lot of jumping. I love obstacle courses.

Diet: One and a half home-made bacon and egg Mcmuffins for breakfast, preloading for training, then some garlic bread and a beer for afternoon tea, a failure to refuel, but then I'm all upstairs in my head at the moment. So I made homemade hamburgers for dinner.

Sleep: Stayed up too late last night, 2am. Woke up at 8am again and grumbled around my pillows for just over an hour. Sleep, damn you, sleep! The quality of sleep was better even if I cheaped out a bit on the quantity. I've stayed up again tonight but my brain is still doing a lot of thinking.


Ergh, who would have thought life would have this annoying habit of impacting on the way I'm trying to live it?