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I can burn things
Apr. 29th, 2012 08:40 pmI am steadily building up large amount of flex time that will enable me to go to the Bingham Cup. I usually get to work around 7am and leave when I feel it's time to go (or in time to make other appointments like trivia or training.) To some degree I wonder if I am actually all that productive, but I don't dwell on that question too much.
Flights are booked. I am going on frequent flyer points, and will have 12 hours in Shanghai on the way back which will allow me to add one more country to the list of places I have been (provided that I do pushups there.) I've also arranged a place to stay when I arrive. I'll be staying in the east end (far from Ealing where I lived while I was there) at a place I found on AirBnb. It's a site where people advertise rooms in their homes. I'll be staying with a local family with a room to myself in a fairly central location for a lot less than I would pay otherwise.
Also the vicar I worked for back in 2004 has offered to put me up for a couple nights which may be very suitable after the tournament when I do my pushups. I'm still planning on doing it, though the charity I chose and e-mail nearly two weeks ago hasn't responded even though I contacted them again a few days ago through every e-mail I could find on their site. So today I contacted another one, which looks even better, and might not give the the runaround.
I may have picked up a few more training clients at a party last night. It's going pretty well with a few blips here and there, in part because I am not letting it be a big deal to me.
I did get an odd feeling when starting my Anzac Day workout. It may have been because I had been up since 4am, but I got a couple minutes in and I realised that I just didn't feel like working out. It was an odd feeling. I was doing things that I normally like, but that day I just felt like quitting. The next day I was back to doing intense workouts involving burpees and kettlebell swings, and today I did a workout named for a marine officer killed in action five years ago today.
Oh yes, and I am now a fully qualified bush firefighter. I attended a hazard reduction burn yesterday and demonstrated I can handle drip torches, rake hoes, and I can put out fires. I wish I had brought may camera, because at one point there was a bush with red berries that were such a brilliant red against the black ash beneath them.
Flights are booked. I am going on frequent flyer points, and will have 12 hours in Shanghai on the way back which will allow me to add one more country to the list of places I have been (provided that I do pushups there.) I've also arranged a place to stay when I arrive. I'll be staying in the east end (far from Ealing where I lived while I was there) at a place I found on AirBnb. It's a site where people advertise rooms in their homes. I'll be staying with a local family with a room to myself in a fairly central location for a lot less than I would pay otherwise.
Also the vicar I worked for back in 2004 has offered to put me up for a couple nights which may be very suitable after the tournament when I do my pushups. I'm still planning on doing it, though the charity I chose and e-mail nearly two weeks ago hasn't responded even though I contacted them again a few days ago through every e-mail I could find on their site. So today I contacted another one, which looks even better, and might not give the the runaround.
I may have picked up a few more training clients at a party last night. It's going pretty well with a few blips here and there, in part because I am not letting it be a big deal to me.
I did get an odd feeling when starting my Anzac Day workout. It may have been because I had been up since 4am, but I got a couple minutes in and I realised that I just didn't feel like working out. It was an odd feeling. I was doing things that I normally like, but that day I just felt like quitting. The next day I was back to doing intense workouts involving burpees and kettlebell swings, and today I did a workout named for a marine officer killed in action five years ago today.
Oh yes, and I am now a fully qualified bush firefighter. I attended a hazard reduction burn yesterday and demonstrated I can handle drip torches, rake hoes, and I can put out fires. I wish I had brought may camera, because at one point there was a bush with red berries that were such a brilliant red against the black ash beneath them.
