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My daughter has been sick this week (with the dreaded chuckitis) and this has left my wife and myself feeling rather drained. I think it’s more emotional than physical but either way we both feel down and out. I don’t know how my darling wife is still functioning as she’s been up and down like a yo-yo in the night seeing to little Emma.
Anyway, back to the point of this post. This morning I felt like crap. Still do actually. I went to the gym to do my pushups and get in a run.
The pushups went reasonably well but I did not manage to complete the final max set so I’ll be doing day 03 of week 03 again. I did 27,22,22,20 and 20 (needed min 27). It’s still a lot of pushups completed (111) so I’m satisfied.
I should have gone and run outside but I was in the gym already so I hopped on the treadmill. After 30 minutes I had done 5.5 km and just didn’t feel like doing anymore so I stopped the run. Technically I’d done enough for the day but I had previously hoped I would do a bit more.
After my shower and stuff I headed into the office. Along the way I went to the student cafeteria (I work at a university) and loaded up with throat lozenges, 2 giant cookies and a custard pie (all for medicinal purposes!). I went to the cashier to pay, then took them all back and put them on the shelves again. Bravo! I hear you cheer. But you cheer too soon. I was not strongwilled. I’d forgotten my wallet in the car.
Now I sit in the office longing for custard pies. But fortunately I’m too lazy to walk over to the cafe again. :)
