Day Forty Six: Wonderbolts Weekend Part 3

Despite another severe lack of sleep, Sunday started quite well, obligatory accommodation clean up, followed by meandering through Taranaki with a sneaky aside of some mildly illegal activities, product placement shots, a huge-az amount of ice cream, dogs and slight detours... I'm still pretty amped about today.

What else can I say? I think I mentioned it in Day Forty Five. Let me reinforce that

I am this happy.

Fitness: We spent most of the day in the car again. Aside from some very animated discussions at various points it was quite a subdued day. Probably unrelated to the lack of sleep or copious amounts of alcohol consumed. I didn't mind too much, I didn't have any plans to be particularly adventurous or active. Admittedly my left shoulder where my neck attaches is completely buggered from the mild whiplash I incurred by slamming into Hannah at speed yesterday (You're alright...). My right knee is sporting the worst bruise I've had in a while from tripping on the dance floor last night as well. I think I may hurt a bit more tomorrow... 

Aikido: No training today

Derby: No skating today. It was definitely a hot topic for discussion with all the curtain raisers yesterday and I do thoroughly enjoy learning some of the intricacies of the leagues and individuals throughout NZ. I'm looking forward to this year a lot, there is so much exciting stuff lined up it's hard to remember I have other priorities like work and family (side yawn).

Diet: I ate a plum, lots of chips and some chocolate milk and muesli bars for breakfast. I didn't really have a strong supply of breakfast stuffs at my disposal and wasn't about to cook anything while we were tidying up the accommodation to leave. We headed to the food court where I grabbed a Tank and finished Pixie's butter chicken (food Jew moment) . A couple of tomatoes, a precooked sausage, ice cream, and a plum got me up to Auckland, and after depositing everyone home I caved and got maccas when I headed back to my own house, deluding myself I'd make prawn fried rice later that evening. Instead I prepared some eggs on toast when I got hungry around 10.45pm. Classy. That rice is gonna have to wait until Wednesday. 

Sleep: I should be feeling significantly more tired than I am considering the level of damage and sleep I'm currently circling, but even at 11.30pm I feel alright. I can tell I'll crash soon and I'm sure my body will appreciate it. Alarm set. Seven hours keyed in. 

I can see I just threw most of the goals to the wind while I was away but I'm happy with the outcomes and had a fantastic time - I wouldn't have changed anything (aside from maybe running into Hannah, but if getting a faceful of chest hard enough to jar my senses is the worst thing that happened to me, the bar has been set pretty high). Half of me would be happy to set this P90x aside (Day Forty Six? I'm only half way and this feels like I've been doing this forever) as I can see looking ahead that more things are going to fall into place, leaving me even less choice about 'Doing The Right Thing'. I was offhandedly complaining about having a handful of spare moments a week (in which I generally chose the 'collapse on the bed and FB/watch Ponies' option) but I think I can pencil in those times with more constructive tasks and be done with it.