Went to keep the keys in my jacket pocket to prepare for tomorrow morning’s commute. Found 2 pieces of dairy milk in there, probably from the last time I wore that jacket 2-3 weeks ago.
Made me feel top of the world 😁
Continue reading Two bits of Dairy milkLast night I went for my first run in 2021. First run since early December.
It was a pleasant surprise how easy it all was. The body still remembers how to run. It just took over effortlessly, tapping away at 180bpm. Sure, I’ve lost a fair bit of fitness. The HR was higher than it should’ve been; though steady not spiking. The pace was deliberately slow; though I finished with 100m of pleasant strides. The posture was good, mostly tall, slight rounding in lower back, lifting knees, and on the forefoot.
It was good. It felt good. I’m happy.
It’s snowing!
Wonderwall is playing in the background.
I’m working.
Yes, there’s lots of anxiety in the background—too many important things hanging in delicate balance.
But here, now, at this moment, I’m very happy :)
It’s sunny and still. It’s beautiful.
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Weight is down.
Good music in the background all morning.
Back up to 3 pull-ups.
Doing ‘new’ work—challenging, sometimes frustrating, but always rewarding and teaching.
I’m loving my bald head.
Today’s a good day.
One big work commit.
Walking and jumping exercises.
Day’s Duolingo.
Watered the plants.
Vacuumed and packed up the other carpet.
Vacuumed the kitchen.
Moved the paint boxes to the shed.
All before breakfast.
Weekend’s productivity streak has continued into Monday morning.
.. is a sign of weekend spent well.
Started yesterday with the year’s best time at the parkrun. Only by 2 secs, but on a very windy day.
Then walked the boys, fixed the bathroom door, almost fixed the shower holder, did a bit of weeding, and played with the boy in the backyard.
Ended the day totally knackered, with almost 18000 steps, and an aching ankle. Happy but hurt.
Super productive morning! Dada is a happy boy :)
Now to head downstairs to stretch with the little black boy, then head out for the run.
Happy, happy :D
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
—Nick Offerman
Fire1 = the ankle injury a month ago.
Things = good habits lost, bad ones picked up.
Nothing to do with the movie. Other than that I love the movie, and it’s title.
