Tempus Freak-It

Hmm.
Time's a weird one. You start off thinking you've got barrel-load of the stuff, then you turn round, do some stuff and wallop, that's your lot mate, ni'night...

Got up this morning fully intending to go to the gym before work.
"It's 8.15 baby," said d, yawning...
"Ah," I said. "Right...then I'll get a jump on work, and go lunchtime instead..."
Worked solidly through the morning. Lunchtime came, and I was neeeearly done, so I pushed on through. I looked up when I was done and it was 3 o'clock. Had to get back for 5, to go up to Ma's and then on to visiting. Was damned if I was gonna let the day swallow me up without doing anything, so went to the gym...
at which point I discovered exactly how out-of-practice at this stuff I was. Managed a bunch of sit ups, a pathetic amount of pushing up, and half a mile of running.

Went visiting - dad had a CT scan of his lungs and heart today to rule out an embolism. Thankfully, they were able to do so. Now we're home and it's nearly 10 o'clock and I have one more job to do before tomorrow...which means one more job before I can get on the bike...

"Dude, you wanna walk tomorrow?"
I do. The proto-blisters have responded nicely to a day of doing verrrry freakin' little, and I'm planning to try and do another ten miles in the morning...so...
"In that case, kiss the bike goodnight for the night," said d, "cos burning the candle at both ends...that just isn't gonna work honey..."

I hate that she's right. But I'd be a pretty crappy atheist if I ignored facts just because I didn't like them very much.
So this is me, not biking. But tomorrow, that trail has my name - and my boots - allll over it.