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Jan. 12th, 2016 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt feels like the dregs of January, at the moment. I have lots of things planned, starting in about a week, but for now I'm working on Not Going Stir Crazy. I mean, yes, in a week it starts going quite bananas to the extent that I will be desperate to get around to just staying in the house again but yeesh.
I have mostly been going to work, cleaning the house, eyeing up further Cleaning The House projects (I am mentally clearing out my wardrobe, a necessary precursor to actually clearing it out) and running. Yay for running! It's about the only thing going well at the moment. It was all on a bit of a plateau, but on Thursday it looked like it was all going tits up. I woke up and it was raining, the horrific type where there was no chance in hell I was going outside as I would get pneumonia. So I went to work grumpy at missing out on my plan to get my new regime in place. The day at work went wrong and I had a ridiculously late lunch. I came home, it was dry, so I thought why the hell not and decided to pull on my running gear and head straight out.
(A necessary side note: I have been hauling myself out of bed to run for the basic reason that I am much less likely to be murdered in the morning than in the evening. I can't run straight after work as I'm generally ravenous after work and then it's too late and we're at the murderzone. So running the evening is a WEIRD change of pace.)
Anyway. I was listening to the episodes of Night Vale when Strex Corp takes over the town (the two before the live ones), so ran along cheerfully and was just enjoying listening to it. I mentally imagine Kevin as Kevin from Grimsby off Strictly Come Dancing, which makes things deeply odd. I lost track of the time, just laughing occasionally. ("You..! Where did you get that CAT?!") I use an app to run to tell me when to run and when to stop to try and build up properly, but when the low battery alert comes up the notifications from the app go silent. I only realised I had run a lot further than I was supposed to and that the app was no longer recording my route when the podcast finished. I was quite far away from home, so I loaded up an earlier completed workout to track my route home. But I was enjoying things, so thought I might as well loops around a few times and push for 8km. Then I was still enjoying it, so did another loop. I only went home because it was getting later than I was comfortable with. I came home to discover I had done AT LEAST 10.1km and nearly fell over in shock. Then danced around, filled with an IMMENSE ENDORPHIN HIGH. So I think I'm getting better at this now!
I went out again on Sunday and did another long run in the sunshine, along the canal. Also bliss. This morning was a much harder and shorter run in the increasing cold, although I have invested in a stupid headband to keep my ears warm, which helps.
Anyway. Another quiet evening ahead for me now. My team is getting taken out for a 'Christmas' night out on Thursday, which should be good fun, even if I had to organise it. Which is why we're doing cocktails THEN a meal with lots of wine. Hey, no one gave me an upper budget.
I have mostly been going to work, cleaning the house, eyeing up further Cleaning The House projects (I am mentally clearing out my wardrobe, a necessary precursor to actually clearing it out) and running. Yay for running! It's about the only thing going well at the moment. It was all on a bit of a plateau, but on Thursday it looked like it was all going tits up. I woke up and it was raining, the horrific type where there was no chance in hell I was going outside as I would get pneumonia. So I went to work grumpy at missing out on my plan to get my new regime in place. The day at work went wrong and I had a ridiculously late lunch. I came home, it was dry, so I thought why the hell not and decided to pull on my running gear and head straight out.
(A necessary side note: I have been hauling myself out of bed to run for the basic reason that I am much less likely to be murdered in the morning than in the evening. I can't run straight after work as I'm generally ravenous after work and then it's too late and we're at the murderzone. So running the evening is a WEIRD change of pace.)
Anyway. I was listening to the episodes of Night Vale when Strex Corp takes over the town (the two before the live ones), so ran along cheerfully and was just enjoying listening to it. I mentally imagine Kevin as Kevin from Grimsby off Strictly Come Dancing, which makes things deeply odd. I lost track of the time, just laughing occasionally. ("You..! Where did you get that CAT?!") I use an app to run to tell me when to run and when to stop to try and build up properly, but when the low battery alert comes up the notifications from the app go silent. I only realised I had run a lot further than I was supposed to and that the app was no longer recording my route when the podcast finished. I was quite far away from home, so I loaded up an earlier completed workout to track my route home. But I was enjoying things, so thought I might as well loops around a few times and push for 8km. Then I was still enjoying it, so did another loop. I only went home because it was getting later than I was comfortable with. I came home to discover I had done AT LEAST 10.1km and nearly fell over in shock. Then danced around, filled with an IMMENSE ENDORPHIN HIGH. So I think I'm getting better at this now!
I went out again on Sunday and did another long run in the sunshine, along the canal. Also bliss. This morning was a much harder and shorter run in the increasing cold, although I have invested in a stupid headband to keep my ears warm, which helps.
Anyway. Another quiet evening ahead for me now. My team is getting taken out for a 'Christmas' night out on Thursday, which should be good fun, even if I had to organise it. Which is why we're doing cocktails THEN a meal with lots of wine. Hey, no one gave me an upper budget.
