Day 303 – Running from Something

63 – 100 Beginner Running Tips

Cardio is terrible and I hate running.

I don’t even run from the back of the treadmill; I prefer to set it to 6km/h and just walk for 30 minutes while letting my mind drift. I never got the hang of running. I’ve heard say how great the runners high is, but it doesn’t sound quite enough to make it worth it. Marathon runners say the same things about the joy of having your toenails fall off, so I guess that puts the matter into some perspective.
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Day 210 – Travel Fatigue

Theoretically there should be seas of time.

I wake up when breakfast is at my door. Once I’m showered and dressed, it’s a 5 minute walk to work. When I leave Sydney my calendar looks no different from the way it does normally. After work, I have nowhere else to be, so I have dinner with my colleagues and I’ll end up back at the hotel around 8pm-9pm.

And yet…

During the day it feels I’m in a constant rush to see everybody that needs seeing. Additional meetings materialise out of thin air to fill every available minute of the day. After I get back to the hotel in the evening I keep telling myself I’ll get some extra work done, but after I’ve settled in and had a little bit of relaxation it’s suddenly 10:30pm already, and if I don’t get to bed around 11pm, then waking up the next day starts getting harder.

I’ve tried to work out what it is, but nothing stands out in itself.
Is travel for work really this inherently tiring?

Day 105 – Just Fatigued

I was hunting around for something interesting to write about today.

But I think I’m going to have to admit that today was just a dull day overall.

I had my usual morning coffee on the way into work. Had a chat with the barista, who joked I should have a double shot if I was going to be in a meeting all day long.

Which brings me to the management meeting from 9:30am till 4:00pm that constituted my work day today. Peter got himself nominated in his capacity as 2IC to attend the meeting as well. I’m not sure if he’ll count it as experience or torture. Maybe a bit of both?

Luckily there were some catered breaks in the meeting, and someone took coffee orders early on. Which was good, because I’m not sure I would have made it through the whole day with that extra shot of coffee after all.

Then after that meeting I went to the gym early to zone out, because my brain just wasn’t working any more. I thought my cycle class was at 5:30pm, but that turned out to be 5:45pm instead, so I spent 40-odd minutes on the treadmills first. It’s good for the views, but perhaps not the best way to prime my legs for a 45 minute cycle class.

I felt like a slacker in the class, not standing up as much as I should. And I wasn’t sure if I had taken my allergy medication, because my nostrils felt smaller than they ought to be in that way I associate with unmedicated inhalation of grass seeds.

I was glad to be home by 7pm, ready to crash on the lounge.

After a shower.

And “cooking”, which in air-quotes is my euphemistic way of saying I went down the road to buy burgers and fries, only to return with fish and chips instead. I always forget the burger place closes at 7pm on weekdays.

Anyway, then I spent some time watching TV, and then, up until around 11pm I sat procrastinating on the internet, reading about Knockout.js wondering what I might possibly write about.

But in reality, the most interesting thing about my day is probably how tired my legs and brains feel. Better luck tomorrow?