Day Forty Two: Driftwood

God knows what happened. I've continued to drift into a holding pattern, and part of me finds it immensely lazy that I'm putting almost no effort into achieving any goals. Another part of me is fiercely vying for more rest time so my muscles are actually usable at some point rather than just being in a constant state of fettered exhaustion. It's probably not a good thing. 

Although it's as easy as falling in a hole.

If my legs do fail, it'll probably be when
I'm carrying important files.

It's difficult I guess because a lot of my time is already dedicated to 'training' of one form or another, then once you fluff out the week with sleep, work, social obligations, washing, crap like car maintenance and a little bit of 'me' time, I'm probably left with about seventeen seconds. I'm impatient as all hell though, and willing to put in the effort to start seeing results sooner. But when? When am I going to find time and space to fit it into my timetable? And if I did, would my legs just go on strike until I offered them more favourable work conditions? 

Quite possibly. Who knows. I'm just feeling the bite of time at the moment - I have a million things to do and I'm off to Taranaki with the Wonderbolts on Friday - I am actually just looking forward to some time away! 

Fitness: Nothing today. Probably a good thing as I believe my legs are still pretty miffed (I mean resting) from last night.

Aikido: No training

Derby: No skating. I idly thought that I should take my skates into work regularly and hit the streets at lunchtimes. But then it pissed with rain all day today anyway. But every flat surface inspires a piece of me to sit up and go, "Hmm, if I had my skates..." followed by "That security guard would attempt to chase me off..."

Diet: I was into work about midmorning, but I'd had a plum and some tea/biscuits for breakfast around 10.30am and then it was lunchtime quite quickly from that point so I didn't have any weetbix but made myself a mammoth sandwich instead (gasp, but I'm out of hummus!). I had a punnet of blueberries for afternoon tea to tide me over until dinner at Cassette 9, which consisted of pizza, garlic bread and beer. As much as I'm not exactly proud of such a dinner I also don't feel bad about it either. I feel sorry for people on diets who make themselves feel bad for enjoying a night out with friends because of things like this - either don't feel bad or don't have friends. 

Sleep: I awoke at 7am despite having gone to sleep just past 1am and knowing I could sleep in as I had pre-arranged a late start. Guess my body knows when it's meant to be awake these days, which is a good thing... I rolled over and sort of managed a mix of resting and napping until 9.30am when I made a go for work, feeling pretty refreshed and ready to face the day. It's just gone 11.30pm now but I've been yawning since just before 9pm. I can't seem to get enough rest this week, which normally isn't an issue. I can only assume it's partly due to the mounting anticipation of this weekends' game, but I'm not consciously feeling the stress at the moment so it's hard to judge. Probably is though. Nothing else is really bothering me.

Posted this 'tomorrow' as internet failed - Steve Fry is right people - we put up with some atrocious service.