by all accounts you really should've died

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.

by all accounts you really should've died

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.)

---

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.