Today was a bit of a bastard day at work, I have to say. I got in at 8AM with the hope of getting a large mother of a task done by the time everyone else arrived, but it ended up taking me until FIVE PEE EM. Magically that was when Gareth called to say he was off to the shops for a beer and a bag o’ crisps, and did I require any Friday night supplies of a brown and cocoa-ish nature? I gratefully ordered the usual small bar of G&B’s.
"The chocolate aisle was full of lassies," he reported when I got home. "All these lassies in business suits, staring up at the chocolates and looking completely knackered."
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My heart is thundering in anticipation of tomorrow’s eight miler – hopefully it will be the first outing of the heart rate monitor! If I can figure out which buttons to press.
I’d initially ordered a men’s HRM because I thought the lady one would look too lost and dainty on my wrist. Plus the bloke colours were better. Maybe I’ve got a bit of Forearm Dysmorphia, you know that well-known condition. It arrived last week and it looked huge and bloody ridiculous. I knew it would bug the crap out of me so I sent it back and ordered the poncy pastel lady model instead.
So far I’ve managed set the date and time and enter my weight and height! The next step is to read the manual. I haven’t tried on the chest strap thingy yet. There was an automatic nervous flutter when I took it out of the box, wondering if it would fit around me. Will that feeling ever go away!?
Thanks a bazillion for all your comments on the last entry; I really liked your suggestions to spice up the long walks with audio books. Heard any good ones lately? What’s appropriate for a couple hours of exercise? Crime and Punishment?
Hope you have a good weekend comrades. I’ll be tuning into the London Marathon on Sunday to have a vicarious blub at all that sweat and personal triumph! Good luck YP and anyone else out there!