...makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Apparently. Though I've seen precious little evidence of the latter two at least.
Last night was a relatively late night for me in that I didn't get into bed until nearly 9.30. That's well over an hour later than some nights last week. As soon as it reaches 8pm I'm struggling to stay awake but wake up easy enough on a morning. I think it may be related to the time of year and the clock change; and exasperated by their rarely being anything worth watching on TV.
I'm off shortly to the gym to either run on the treadmill or use the cross trainer. Not sure which. The prescribed activity is a 4 mile run with drills but as I need to leave for Dorset by 8.30 I'm a bit limited in what can do, especially as I'll still be there for tomorrow morning's run (due to be hills but I'll need to swap it for Friday's intervals) and out all of Thursday (so won't be able to x-train then but will do a run first thing). I either run and therefore run on 6 consecutive days, or I cross train and run on 5 consecutive days. Decisions, decisions.
Today's exercise is all made slightly easier by Charlotte being up much of the night ill. Like her parents she's had a cold that's come and gone for a couple of weeks but for her has now gone to her stomach. Not nice for her and not too wonderful for the mother that gets disrupted sleep to look after her every hour. It means Sue will be off and therefore I don't have to get back from the gym quite so early and therefore don't have to go there so early either.
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