Tuesday, 13 September 2011

more on todays run

reallly leged it up the final hill. i think those interval sessions on the tm help

thinking abot run ing to work in the morning

10K usual route - some stuff on the worlkd of work

wold have one longer but needed to be home to cook dinner etc.

These days i think about the mechanics , the metronomic notion of getting up in the morning and the time i can't either do what i want , or can't really enjoy what i shouldn't be doing . Because i exactly shouldn't. To make these evening pieces a little more alive, not so dead , not so stilted perhaps i should keep a notebook and make triumphant entries in it throughout the day. This is a good excuse to buy a notebook.

Is this too close to write about, has my pride  and  my inability to take these clowns seriously affected my prospects. I think it has. i'm afraid right now, of losing everything ; including my health. This fear has work so tightly bundled within it that it is difficult to talk about withot seeing everything else  flow from my chest to my mouth like a river you should swim from.

Monday, 12 September 2011

gym sydenham - interval 2 on tm

there is something to be said for going a  little later. i wonder what that might be, hey noting to loeave home for unless of course you have to leave home

 i'm going to try and flex my writing muscle a little by chosing a topic for each day of the week. and then nailing a couple of hundred words a day. ambiutious i know but i like the idea of it. that's enough.

tommorow's dreaded topic...................... the world of work

Sunday, 11 September 2011

6 miles usual efffort

I'm going to start writing something about a  set theme here every day if i can

Saturday, 10 September 2011

gym

sydenham gym , very quiet  there for some reason. wieghts after tm intevals is a struggle. more an better food needed
yesterday 6ms usaaul route , felt  ok.

went to see emma - lovely , really lovely evening.

need to thjnk about writing something

Thursday, 8 September 2011

6ms

really couldn't be bothered to do more. i was thinking of doing more but couldn't be asked/arsed. Sandrine looks at me like she hates me, sheer contempt.  she should start looking onto my soul. Fucking Fire Ent - cunts. they are picking me off.

listening to nick lowe on radio london with danny. really what could be better