June 3rd 2018

Today I got the bus home from a boozy weekend in London with my old work friends. We got the train up, but we had to get a bus back because we fucked up a bit with ordering the tickets and it just ended up being a lot cheaper to get the bus. Let me tell you… an £8 bus journey on a Sunday afternoon whilst completely full of beer and running on about 45 minutes of sleep all weekend is not a nice experience.

It was light out when we got home this morning. The sun was up. The planes from Gatwick had already started taking off after the night-time hiatus had been lifted.


It’s kind of indicative of just how tired I should be that when I woke up this morning my smart watch told me I’d already reached my goal of 8,000 steps for the day. What the smartwatch didn’t mention was that, although it still counts as ‘today’, doing those 8,000 steps between midnight and 6am is probably not contributive to an optimum fitness regime.

Nor, as it happens, would the volume of food and drink I’ve consumed this weekend be ever advisable by a fitness regime.

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Although I did try to balance out the burgers/wings with some relatively healthy Vietnamese food, counteracting cider with red wine doesn’t quite have the same effect.

All in all, I’m not feeling my best.

Until tomorrow, but it was totally worth it.


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