Experiments in Geekery

As a Christmas present this year, we (being me and Jane) were given a lovely piece of art work by my parents.  The work is by a Bristol-based lady called Jane Ormes (http://www.janeormes.co.uk/) . It's a print (#28/100) and now hanging on our living room wall where the Pistyll Rhaeadr painting used to be.

When the wagon's a treadmill, it doesn't have the same impact I suppose. I'm considering giving C25K (Couch to 5K) a try, in somewhat modified form no doubt.  I think the chances of me hitting 5K in a session at any time soon are so small that to even aim for that is to be unrealistic.  I don't run.  Never have done.  I've been forced to at school, doing the 100m, 400m and 800m (seriously - you call that a sprint?!) along with the joy of Cross Country through Gaitsgill and Raughton on cold winters days. But I never enjoyed it, I find it uncomfortable enough that I can't get into a groove.  It's not like walking where I can find myself just slipping away into myself or like cycling where the pleasure of just getting somewhere different and unachievable by walking (and let's admit it, the speed) are all pleasures. I did however give running on the treadmill a brief shot today.  I walked briskly for 5 mins, ran for 90 seconds, walked for 3 mins, ran f

The blogging, I mean.  The gym lasted OK, until we went on holiday to the depths of Scotland for a week.  That threw me completely out of whack, and then the clock change threw me for a loop as well.  Getting up at 0630 became impossible, so to be honest I only made it to the gym about 3 times in November, and December I didn't make it once - partly because the panto I did in the beginning of the month sapped my will to do anything at all for the week of the show and a week or two after.  Then it was Christmas and what's the point then? :-) I'm disappointed because I did really well, lost a fair whack of body mass if not weight (it was noticeable to me at least, and Jane was quite pleased), but the time constraints that I have mean early mornings are my only real option. So then, to the new year, to new attempts.  I have a new alarm clock, and renewed will.  I know far too many people who are doing far too well at losing weight it's making me feel inadequate in comp