I’ll begin with a confession – I only managed two gym sessions last week. But I have reasons which are in-keeping with the spirit of this breaking B.A.D endevour…I have been chipping away at the old routine. Wild eh.
My trip to London last weekend may have been a lazy one, but it still involved getting to stations and travelling on trains and even negotiating the underground (erk). Now my friend in the big smoke is one of my favourite people in the world, but sometimes I just can’t do all of the above. During periods of intense gloom I expend all my energy on the must-be-done stuff and then get stuck in a working/sleeping rut that is hard to shake off, even when the gloom begins to clear. So not only was it brilliant to see her, my trip also felt like confirmation that the depression has really & truly lifted.
I was quite tired on my return, but surprised myself anyway by venturing out on a school night (another train!) to deliver my partner-in-crime some TLC and his suit; abandoned in my wardrobe since a wedding last year and required for his nan’s funeral (he scrubs up well, she’d have been proud). This was hardly a mountain-climb of a mission…but staying out on a school-night means smashing the work/sleep routine which has only just begun to be cracked with interludes at the gym, writing this stuff here and having cups of tea at the dining table with my daughter.
Following this crazy diversion from the usual, at the end of the week I joined some lovely work-people on a dinner n’ karaoke night out. I haven’t been to a work thing for a couple of years, so y’know, it was new. Plus I’m scared of karaoke. I love singing, I used to teach it, I’ve been in the quietest band ever (last gig, 2013 🙂 ) for years – despite all this I’m still scared of karaoke. But I’d forgotten how much I love a good sing. I’d forgotten how easy it is to care less about sounding like an angry cat with access to reverb once you’ve got hold of a microphone. Ha! And I’d forgotten how nice it is to just hang out and be silly. I have to psyche myself up for such things you see, I get a bit be-stranged when I’ve been hibernating for too long but it’s likely I think I’m more odd than I actually am. Most of the time mildly eccentric probably covers it. Most of the time.
Anyway, I enjoyed myself. Hopefully not at the expense of anybody’s hearing.
Finally, to round off the week, I managed to get involved with St Valentine’s day in a candles and dinner sort of way ( although if saints were my thing I’d be much more about St Jude…). Even though I hate the generic tat attached to Februsary 14th it can only be good for a rubbish romantic like me to get a bit of a nudge from the calender as a reminder to do something nice…Aw *vomits sparkly heart decorations*
So. Yes. These are the things I did last week which didn’t involves being at the gym. And they’re all to the good. Hooray. But I am going to meet my 3 sessions this week. Even though Ben & Jerry’s is no longer on special offer, thus quashing my appetite for ice-cream, I still really need the exercise. Just as soon as my gym socks dry. Once I’ve washed them. They’re all the way upstairs. I’ll probably need a cup of tea before I bring them down.