- Chilli flavoured plantain chips
- Peri-peri chicken (having a cheeky Nandos is a thing, you know)
- The scent of warm waffles
- Friday nights (the prelude to the only truly quiet times I have)
- Catch up TV (for how easy it makes indulging my fascination with Leroy Jethro Gibbs)
- Postcards (sending and receiving them)
- Running into old friends in the most unlikely of places.
- When a shuffled playlist throws up a particularly apt song
- Early morning runs by the beach
- Scoring a late (winning) goal in Football Manager
Things
15. Finding My Rhythm
One of the things I’m looking to achieve this year is to run a 10k race, which is why three to four times a week I grab my gear and hit the road. I use the MapMyRun app which paces me during the week from a leisurely 2k easy run on a Tuesday to a longer (now 5k+) run on the following Sunday.
As my run times improve and the distances lengthen, what I realise is that my natural predilection for just hitting go and running works fine for speed but works against my distance, as I am often far too winded to post a useful time once that initial burst of energy has fizzled out.
Being paced by the app has allowed me to find my own rhythm, a pace that allows me optimise both overall time and distance. None of my split times come close to challenge my top speed, but by running at that speed for longer, I find I make better progress overall. Therein lies the lesson for me… Find my rhythm.
09. Epic Fail
The plan — if stopping at the B&M across town and picking up two wall mounted shelves and a spirit level with no inkling of what to do with either counts as one — was to spend the evening measuring, marking, drilling and putting up two shelves. The objective was to provide storage for books, a journal and my phone in a location accessible from my bed. I was certain it would be an absolute doodle, given my decent score in woodwork in my secondary school days, and my machine shop expertise during my undergrad.
It took only a few minutes before it became apparent that I had both underestimated the level of skill required and overestimated my previous knowledge. By then I had already mucked up the first location I had identified, with only my refusal to admit defeat driving me on.
I just about got there with a functional product in the end, poorly aligned edges and simmering frustration notwithstanding. For what it is worth, I suspect my time would have been better used paying someone else to do it whilst I focused my energies elsewhere.
Lesson Learned.
06. Chilled
The Joy of slow days
Only broken by the need
To stretch my feet. Bliss