Spinning and Wakes

There is a God!  My scales have obviously learned their lesson and recorded that I had lost some weight even if it is only a teeny tiny bit (I know that weight can go down as well as up but unlike the economy a downward trend is what I am looking for).  This joyful news spurred me on to head to my spinning class rather than snaffle an extra hour in bed.  I was going to go straight to Birmingham and then onto London so I had to drag a bag of work, clothes and general stuff with me although there was definitely a spring in my step which is unusual at that time in the morning. 

Serendipity is a great thing so while I was panting away on the bike looking hopelessly at the clock ticking painfully slowly, I was dragged out of the place that my mind goes when the physical exertion gets too much, by the instructor saying that we were on the last track - no I hadn't become delerious again....the class that I thought was 45 minutes was only (ONLY!) half an hour - oh the joy - if I could do a back flip I would have done one off the bike but instead I just busted my ass on the last track and poured my sweaty mass into the shower. 

Now despite the fact that I had vowed after the weekend's debauchery not to drink for the rest of the week I ended up at my friend Madhu's house (well her sister's house) being fed wine and amazing home cooked Indian food - I couldn't refuse as it would have been churlish - honest!  So I rolled out of Rajni's house  to prepare myself for the memorial service of our friend Marie Colvin the following day.

  I had every intention of going home the evening after the memorial so I could have week 5 of Hell Thursday but it was an empty intention because in reality there was no way I was going to do anything other than get mind splatteringly drunk, which is what I did - and I had a kebab to round it all off!  Not even the green dress inspiration was going to have any effect on that inevitability.  It was an amazing service and slightly surreal to see so many politicians and journalists wandering around - only Marie could have had Cerys Matthews singing "Blowing in the Wind" at her memorial and I have to say that had me in tatters.  Her sailing buddies headed off to the pub and as my friend Madhu said in her wisdon " get a bunch of sailors together for a wake and the next day is never going to be pretty."  (and it wasn't)

So I missed my week 5 swim, and had to head back to Bristol, pick up a case, repack and head to Manchester for work.  I think I must at least get some brownie points for booking a hotel with a gym although I didn't actually set foot in it - ah those good intentions again! I spent the evening prepping my case, while drinking buckets of water and trying to work out how to get the aircon working in my sweltering room and then the next day in court and travelling back to Bristol.  Again I had intended to get back and go swimming or to a spin class but the only thing I did before I went to bed was to sleepily change the sheets while stepping over piles of sailing gear, clothes, towels, suitcases and papers.  

So Saturday was supposed to be the re-start of my programme but my apathy attack has continued although I did manage to sort out the admin explosion in my flat, do my laundry and to do a whole load of gardening that was long overdue.  I have strawberries and mint planted in hanging baskets, peas planted out, potatoes shored up, carrots thinned out and loads of sweet peas potted - not sure how that will help me fit in my green dress but it was food for the soul. 

Now I have clean sports kit I have no excuse not to go to the gym tomorrow for some biking and running (time to see if my achilles can cope with a slow, flat jog! fingers crossed).