So, yeah, about that streak...
It ended on Day 16.
I got home late on Thursday and didn’t have the will or energy to do anything except crawl into bed and sleep like the dead.
Thus endeth the streak.
I began a new streak that day though by doing jack-all for four days straight. Go me!
Friday was taken up with work and goodbye drinks for my friend and office buddy Canadia who flew off to her homeland to start her new job. There was much booze, laughter, a few tears and promises to meet up again in the coming year.
Saturday was all work with a brief break to help celebrate another friend’s very well-deserved job offer. (*selfish pout* And that adds another to the long list of people ditching Nerdtown and, more importantly, me. WAH! */end selfish pout*)
Sunday was Life Admin Day. I cleaned, laundered (sadly not money), and cooked like a madwoman. There’s food enough for most of my meals for the rest of the week as well as yummy banana bread and cookies. I’m currently trying to pawn the majority of the baked goods off on others to prevent further bloating of my person. My tiny flat now smells really good though.
Thanks to the encouragement of friendly folk both near and far, I finally got off my butt last night and went for a short run. I took a new route, a very scenic one, which I repeated this morning before heading into the department.
Although I failed at achieving my streaking goal of three weeks, I did learn a few things from the days I did complete.
(1) I’m more apt to do meaningful cardio in the morning.
(2) Using an egg timer made strength training more tolerable as it ensured I did no more than the bare minimum.
(3) If I spent less time dithering, I’d get things done faster and with a lot less self-inflicted mental anguish.
Okay, folks, it’s time for me to get back to writing about rubbing and polishing erect (column) shafts. (My dissertation examiners are going to love me. Well, as long as they have a crass sense of humor.)
Catch up with you when I can.