The Fifteen Mile Sunday

As I get back into this Disappearing lark properly, the rhythms are kind of coming back to me.
Got up this morning, did a few hours' of editing work, then at 11, headed off down the Taff Trail for my 5.5 mile walk, which I did in an hour and a half. Came home, did a few more hours' work. Then got on the bike and did 9.5 miles of pedalling.

So that's 15 miles. Which is a moment of cognitive dissonance to think about, because what I remember about the day is sitting on my ass, editing like a mad man (Had a project of 245 pages to do at lunchtime Friday, and am now down to fewer than a hundred pages left). But really it was a 15 mile Sunday...

As I say, the rhythms are coming back to me, but coming to the end of the day and realising there's actually a reason why you feel as tired as you do feels pretty good.

Ma's back from Berlin tonight, and she's here at 7 in the morning for another Taff Trail walk. Tomorrow's a three-session day - walk before work, lunchtime gymming, evening biking, prior to Tuesday's weigh-in. Two weeks ago, I'd have been whinging about that, but now I'm looking forward to doing the work. This is probably demented of course, but it feels like it's allowed me to up my mental game, just as my To Do List has grown itself back into a full, Triffidy beanstalk and needs me to focus on it 24/7. Oddly, by taking the time out to do the exercise, I feel like I'm actually working better, faster, and more clearly than I was a couple of weeks ago, when I was dedicating more time to work and no time to the exercise.

So tomorrow should be a 15 mile+stretchy exercise Monday. And on we go.