Lets Do The Time Warp Again...

So - I know what you're all dying to find out; how am I doing now that I can walk and cycle and generally run and jump and skip like a little spring lamb (unaware of the existence of mint sauce or the curious part it will play in his short-term future)?

Well, the truth is, not so good, really. It's not that the spirit is not willing to jump straight back in to (a sensibly modified, recovery-plan version of) the exercise routine. It's that there simply don't seem to be enough hours in any one day.

I vaguely intended to try out a longer walk again en route to work this morning. Then I woke up at 7.10, stared at the clock in a fairly psychopathic attempt to make its horrid little digital brains explode, and slumped back beneath my blanket, snoring loudly just to spite it. By the time I woke up again, the chance to carpe the diem had really rather buggered off, so I did the wuss-ass short version of walking to Plaistow and then walking up the High Street Kensington - a paltry 1.5 miles, as opposed to my 5 mile plan. Likewise, this evening, I intended to walk at least 2.5 miles, but, as things turned out, I absolutely had to meet d in Kensington and eat gorgeous Italian food for several hours...Yeah, sometimes, life's just a bitch, isn't it?

Tonight, when we got home, I was going to jump on the bike, but as it turned out, we didn't get home till gone ten, when it was absolutely necessary for me to write this and then get busy with some top-level snoring that I've been putting off for about fourteen hours.

So we're shifting the energetic relaunch of exercise-boy to tomorrow morning, when I'm hoping to do that whole healthy boy-scout 'jumping out of bed at 6 o'something' routine and positively glow with righteous energy all day freakin' long.

On the upside, these boots? Definitely made for walking - they're like foot-quilts on springs. You walk in them and want to sing Police songs - "Giant steps are what you take...walking in these boots..."

So the equipment is there. What I really need now is either a Tardis, or a time-turner, to cram at least a handful of extra hours into each day. Or alternatively of course, I could just shake off the sloth of a week off and get my ass in gear.

Wonder how you make a time-turner...