Sunday by the river

I was a teeny bit disappointed to note on gmap pedometer that my 10k walk was actually 9.3k, but still, I did it about 15min faster than two weeks ago!!!, including a substantial loo break and the effects of a few injudicious sherbies while watching Pirates of the Caribbean last night.

 I let the 1p0d set the pace, adding 30s run at the end of each song - but get this! I ran non-stop for two full songs at the end! More than six minutes! By mistake this was, I thought I was closer to the car than I actually was, but once I'd got started I wasn't stopping, no no no no no no. It's a long time since I've had the nerve (or the wind) to do that. Woot!
More anon, treasure hunters!

how it will always be

Alas it has not been a quiet week at Lake LBTEPA. Last week my dad was rushed to hospital with an episode of delirium (still there, home tomorrow probably), which has led to the discovery of some clear indications of ongoing extremely poor judgment, so Mum and I have been catapulted pell-mell into the world of daily morning doctor chases, arguments with bitch-faced bank tellers, and the daunting organising of post-acute care arrangements, carer's allowances, support services, and powers-of-attorney.
All close enough to sorted now so I think Mum will be ok.
However - see, I do get to the point eventually! - I was thinking that I wish I could get a clear run with no dramas so I can really bed down my eating and exercise habits. They're hanging in there with only a few wobbles, I'm happy to say, but not as consistently as I would ideally like.
*sad face*
Then it occurred to me that THIS IS HOW IT WILL ALWAYS BE. LIFE HAS DRAMAS. Exercise and good eating can't only happen when things are going well!!!!  Just writing that makes me want to smack myself upside of the head. How freakin' obvious. LBTEPA you are an idiot.
Oh well.
I think I have to do with a bit less sleep. I'm tending to wake very early in a bit of a worrywash, then doze and tell myself I'll get up when J gets up at 6, whereupon I fall so deeply asleep that I don't hear him go and don't wake until it's time to get into the business of the day. I think I'm going to have to get up at 6 no matter what. The thing that is working is the meal planning - I write a list of what we're going to eat, and then a shopping list, so when I get home the Spousal Unit has been able to make an approximation of what I'd like, rather than his default fried-with-cheese. Oh the conflicts this weekend half-hour has prevented! Project '4 alcohol-free-days or pay up' is also working well. So that's actually some quite some big changes I'm maintaining. Go me. But it is the LBTEPA way to Aim High, so there will be no resting on these minor laurels.
What are your 'get it done' practices? What works for you so exercise and self-care is embedded in your life?

Happy

Today was d-day as to whether my feet are recovered enough to deal with the extra distance training for the Melbourne half-marathon in October. I walked 10km at 'not comfortable' pace along the river, and it went very well. Very very well! No plantar fascia pain, no achilles niggles, nothing! I am so happy I cannot describe it to you.

I have a great life, and I try to be a cheerful person as a rule - stop laughing! - but this is one of the happiest days I've had this whole year.
More anon, jig-dancers!

A brilliant idea

Hi All! Are you loving the Olympics? Here at Chateau LBTEPA it's All Sport, All The Time right now, and as one having the odd bout of insomnia lately, it's even better as I can watch the 'unexciting' morning events, like the rowing heats, that don't make the highlights packages!
But I digress. I had a brilliant idea last week! I've shared it with the fam and the cheer squad, who have approved of it heartily. As you know, your heroine is (ahem) a little bit prone to excessive permission language when it comes to wine. In short, too many excuses too often. So I have stated publicly that if I have fewer than 3 alcohol-free days each week for the next month, I will donate $150 to either M1chelle Br1dges aka fat-shaming, evidence-free, B1ggest Loser 'coach', or the Minister for Immigration, who, if there is any justice whatsoever in the universe, will rot in hell for his vicious crimes against refugees seeking safety in our country. A bit of an incentive, what? I can see myself building on it as weeks go by....if I don't get up early or skip too many workouts, I have to cough up....but for now I'll stick with loathing as an encouragement to abstinence.
In other news, Noddie taught me an excruciating adductor stretch which appears to have fixed my plantar fascia!!!!! I'm cautiously optimistic, which is much better than forced hopefulness.
I'm also crushing on the rowing machine at the gym. I'm so fickle.

Sorry to be disloyal to the Aussie competitor but I saw this bloke row this morning he is a god.

More anon, salivators cheer squaddies!

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