Christmas and the New Year have staggered passed in a whirl of (over) indulgence; in Wilde's words, "I can resist anything except temptation" and so all of my good intentions of reeling in my usual excesses went straight out of the window the moment the Christmas goodies came out; unfortunately this means I'm back where I started 5 months ago, with about a month and a half to get fit enough to run 13 miles.
Hmmmm....
Still, nil desperandum and all that. I'm still working away from home (and to be frank getting pretty fed up of it - I was expecting to be working at home at least every other week by now); because I'm now driving down on a Sunday night and coming home on a Friday I seem to have a lot less time at home than I did at the last contract and even less time to run. I do need to get myself sorted very quickly though 'cos I only have about 7 weeks left before I have to run 13 miles. Put like that it suddenly sounds very scary.
So I'm going to start running at least twice in the week, but weekends are a major pain since that's all the time I have with my family at the moment; unfortunately I'm not likely to have much choice other than to start running on a Saturday or Sunday as well.
Anyway, it is now time for my regularly scheduled moan, and this week my moan is...people that stand and chat in supermarkets. More specifically, people that stand in the middle of the aisle that I'm trying to push my trolley down, or in front of stuff that I need to get to; almost as bad as the chatters are the people that apparently need a 5 minute discussion with someone else before they can make the monumental decision about which sort of bread/milk/biscuit they should buy, and apparently have to stand right in front of whatever it is with their trolley blocking it while they do so.
Just to be clear, I don't mind people standing and chatting; what I mind is people standing and chatting where they are (obviously) in the way while a queue the length of the M6 builds up on both sides of them.
Moan over for the week. I shall now hopefully be resuming normal service...
Hmmmm....
Still, nil desperandum and all that. I'm still working away from home (and to be frank getting pretty fed up of it - I was expecting to be working at home at least every other week by now); because I'm now driving down on a Sunday night and coming home on a Friday I seem to have a lot less time at home than I did at the last contract and even less time to run. I do need to get myself sorted very quickly though 'cos I only have about 7 weeks left before I have to run 13 miles. Put like that it suddenly sounds very scary.
So I'm going to start running at least twice in the week, but weekends are a major pain since that's all the time I have with my family at the moment; unfortunately I'm not likely to have much choice other than to start running on a Saturday or Sunday as well.
Anyway, it is now time for my regularly scheduled moan, and this week my moan is...people that stand and chat in supermarkets. More specifically, people that stand in the middle of the aisle that I'm trying to push my trolley down, or in front of stuff that I need to get to; almost as bad as the chatters are the people that apparently need a 5 minute discussion with someone else before they can make the monumental decision about which sort of bread/milk/biscuit they should buy, and apparently have to stand right in front of whatever it is with their trolley blocking it while they do so.
Just to be clear, I don't mind people standing and chatting; what I mind is people standing and chatting where they are (obviously) in the way while a queue the length of the M6 builds up on both sides of them.
Moan over for the week. I shall now hopefully be resuming normal service...
