Well I’m back in work today proper by bike. I came in on my road bike over The Beeches and through Harbourne. I averaged just short of 17mph which while sounds ok for a middle aged fat bloke, must be tempered with the small peice of info that it is mostly downhill and I had a pretty strong tailwind.
I’m guessing my average home won’t be anywhere near 17mph.
It’s been a pretty trying time at home the last few months. I’m tired, no energy and I feel like I’ve had the shit kicked out of me. While, (as the cliche goes) I’m glad to be in work for the rest, it really was a trememdous effort just to get my sorry arse here. I could have quite easily stopped in bed. Which is ridiculous really as I’m not sleeping that well when I am in bed!
I know my weight loss has took a knock, but I also know every program isn’t linear. Or a truism from my past life, no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy.
I’ve had my share of metaphorical enemies lately…I’m looking for peace to break out.