Monday, January 23, 2012
Jeez, I hate that saying. But it kind of sums up my attitude towards training at the moment. I've begun to cycle again, having let my weight get up to 97 kgs at the beginning of the year.
So far - since January 4th - I've covered 487 miles on the bike and I'm beginning to feel the strength return to my legs. I'm not too worried about speed at the moment, there's plenty of time for that - so as the boys at the tri club do the usual thing of tearing it up in January, this year I shall sit back and do my own thing. I've already dropped quite a bit of weight, probably down to around 93kgs and there'll be plenty more to come off.
My left achilles has been giving me problems so I've - once again - had to curtail my running. I seem fated not to run again but I'm sure I will, one day.
The girls are back at school, the afternoons are beginning to show signs of lightening up and I shall resume on the booze when I go up to see England play Scotland at Murrayfield.
Much to look forward to -- including a trip to see the David Hockney exhibition at the Royal Academy. Tickets are selling like hot cakes and we've bagged some for February. Can't wait. I'm a huge Hockney fan -- dig around his work, it's hugely influential and contains so much variety and experimentation.
Above is one I'd like to share with you... it's called 'White Lines Dancing in Printing Ink'...
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
All of which is strange as I love my work. But I guess that's not to say that it doesn't come with exactly the same pressures as work does to someone who doesn't love what they do. Possibly more so as the knowledge of what one 'wants to do' hangs heavy around one's shoulders. No matter how successful I become in terms of relative happiness or ticking boxes against early life's goals I always seem to manage to want more, to never be fully satisfied.
Maybe that's a good thing. I guess it keeps me hungry. So I've promised myself just one thing this year. No more wasted days. Whatever happens I will never, ever, waste a day. Something will be achieved that I have set out to do that day. Too often it's been too easy to coast. And I think that might be the issue. Instead of actually setting new challenges, I've coasted or drifted into a situation where many older goals have been achieved, yet new targets haven't been clearly defined.
Re visiting my blog today has helped, if only in some small way to make me become more accountable to myself. I need to be able to look myself in the mirror, not only after a race but after every day of the race of life. For whatever reasons I've not been doing that recently. Time to change. Time to shape up.
And the photo? It's an artwork I bought recently. Postcard sized by an artist named Alexandra McLain. I keep it on my desk. I like it and wanted to share it.
Wherever you are -- a happy and prosperous new year to you. May your life be filled with happiness and the goals you set yourself be tough but attainable.
Peace and love.