let it go

Ahh me, readers please feel free to file yesterday’s post under “monumental whinge”.

As you can tell I was pretty thoroughly fed up with life in general. I guess it happens from time to time.

Cruel and unusual exposure to the works of Celine Dion tends to exacerbate things greatly. I must learn to avoid her in future.

The truth is, life’s pretty good at the moment. I have a new bub and a new job. Things are on the up and up, you might say (if you were my Dad).

I just don’t have much spare time and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to persuade the lovely W. that 30km runs are a valid way of spending Sunday mornings.

The frustrating thing about running is, the wonderful sub-3 hour marathon level of fitness you might have had last October doesn’t last. What takes 6 months to build can be lost in 2 weeks.

Running
A vaguely pleasing 14.2km this lunch-time. Here it is on mapmyrun.com.

Pushups
I’m doing the 100 push up challenge with Andrew. Well, not actually WITH Andrew, I don’t schlep out to his side of town to do push-ups – that would be wierd, just at the same time. I finished week 1 last night.

So far it’s okay. No injuries. I’ve been secretly checking myself out in the mirror, looking for muscles. No sign of them yet, but we live in hope.