by all accounts you really should've died

[hawkwing_lb]

Today was a day for feeling fat and lazy.

I am unhealthfully out of condition, and have been for a while. It's probably not as bad as I think. In November, when I thought I was roadkill on the asphalt of unfitness, I was back running a mile and a half in eleven minutes inside a fortnight. But still, not good.

And I was thinking, that when I go back to college (the library reopens next Wednesday, so hopefully I will have these essays killed really truly dead by the seventh) that I need to stick to my plans more carefully, and more thoroughly. (Less - maybe no - internets, oh woes! More work. More sleep. Proper diet.)

And this is me, thinking out loud.

Getting the seven o'clock train in means I have to get up at five. Which means home by ten pm! or else I'm zombified.

I could gym Monday morning, climb Tuesday evening, gym Wednesday afternoon, karate Thursday evening, climb and karate Friday, and judo Saturday morning.

If I do this, Sunday will be a day for falling over, and I'd better hand over my responsibilities as a society auditor. (I should do that anyway, because they're only giving me heartburn. Srsly. The stress, we hates it, precious.)

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So I was thinking about the amount of stuff I hauled into college every day last term. Probably ten kilos in books and laptop (I think sometimes more: it's not an ultra-small laptop). Two litres of water and other fluids (occasionally more). Assorted fruit, pens, paper. The waterproof winter jacket. And on gym days, the change of cloths, including shoes.

You know the way army guys haul around twenty kilos worth of kit? Yeah, well, I have immense respect for their backs. And their knees. And I'm only carting my measly twelve kilos or so as far as the train station, and then from the train station into college.

But you know what? I really need to think about prioritising my load. (The problem is, it may be down as far as I can get it, and still have everything I need. Because I'm not about to pay city prices for isotonic sports drinks. Any drinks, really.)

And that's enough catwaxing, methinks. Now on to brainstorm a plan of attack for the Athenian empire essay. And then bed, because really, I did not just suffer for my sleep patterns to screw them up again the very next night.

Comments

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Liz.

Water with a couple tablespoons of OJ in it. *g* Sports drinks begone!

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

But the glucose! The sweetness! The shiny packaging!

...Thanks. I owe you one. :)

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Hee. Writers are cheap by nature.

Also, lower in calories....

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Occasionally, the calorie content is very useful. Occasionally. :P

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

..or even water in the shiny bottle. Really, all you need is water. If you want flavor, a few tablespoons of any citrus fruit juice will add zing and vitamin C.

All the rest is propaganda.

It is shiny sweet propaganda, I will admit. ;-)

Although I am not a writer like Bear, I was a starving vet student for far too long. I still have a tendency to say "We can't afford it", which would do my father proud if he could hear me. It was his favorite saying when I was a kid.


Yes, I was once a goat. ;-)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

It's actually less the isotonic drinks - I live without them more often than not, except lately at climbing, when I need some sugar to steady my nerves - than the haulage of water.

Because finding out the water fountain is non-functional - or, almost worse, tastes like greywater - when you're parched is No Fun.

Yes, I was once a goat.

Really?

*chalks another one up to the great mysteries of the universe*

:P

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

It is true that nonfunctional or worse-than-nonfunction fountains are to be avoided. I'm eternally grateful for water that does not contain Giardia. There was a time when that was not true.


Goat..girl of all trades, right?

:-P

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

That is a cool acronym. :P

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Feel free to steal for your very own. I'm much too tired to put up any sort of fight.

;-)

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

*sends biscuits and hot chocolate in trade*

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

NOM NOM NOM

I can haz hot choklit nao?

My biscuits. Let me show you them.


::smacks inner lolcat::

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

You can haz.

*feeds teh lolcat*

:P

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

I can haz pizza nao.

::sigh::

::slides away from computer::

;-)