In a rather spectacular example of poor planning, I’ve managed to end up at work in the few pitiful days between Christmas and the New Year; I’m super happy about that, believe me.
The holiday in Vietnam was certainly an experience, and if you go by the “change is as good as a holiday” theory, it should have been twice as refreshing as your normal laze-on-the-beach variety. It may have been, but any relief from the holiday was promptly ruined by Christmas.
Sigh, christmas.
At least the kids liked it. They (or at least one of them) are at the age when they understand who Santa is (he brings presents) and still believe in it. I’m not sure how they think a big fat man managed to squeeze down our little chimney, eat a couple of biscuits, drink a beer, leave a bunch of presents and then shoot back up.
Anyway, I’m back at work, and after only one morning, the holiday/christmas cheer has gone completely.
Last night I couldn’t sleep with quite strong back pain. I NEVER have back pain, so this was quite a surprise. I took some pain relievers, which reacted quite badly with the alcohol I had earlier in the night, so I had to lay there in pain and feeling sick. Even this morning I couldn’t keep any breakfast down.
Joy.
I did go for an 8km run around this morning, but it was pretty gosh-darn slow.
On the plus side, the trains are empty and there’s no-one much bothering me at work. I might slip out a bit early.
Running
My running is slowly getting back to normal. I ran 45km or thereabouts last week, including an 18km long run on Sunday, and I should manage about the same this week god willing. It’s all slow, low-quality stuff with no hills, but it’s a start. I realised recently it’s been weeks since I felt any knee pain, so that’s a plus.
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