You’re the One


Yesterday I drove to a Westfield that is normally visited by train, because other people doing the work whilst I sit in carriages and write poetry is the preferred method of transport. However, as I took the youngest to see her first movie alone (you should all do it, it’s a rite of passage) she was not keen on anything other than being chauffeur driven… and it was alright. Still prefer trains. Just saying.

Yesterday was also part of a promise to myself to be properly measured for bras for the first time since I began hard bastid weight training. I now wear a 34F bra, except when we get to the land of sports bras where it appears that only a 36 E will do, and I’m not sure entirely why that is, but the lovely lady in John Lewis is spot on. This is the most comfortable bra I have worn in fuck knows how long. There’ll now be a short break to see if Amazon can provide me the same, but cheaper.

[UPDATE: They could.]

Tonight is the start of Back To Back Blaze. The plan, such as it is, will be to try and exceed 80% effort on both nights. Doing this means not looking at screens and so there’s a good chance I’ll do both evenings with glasses off. If I can’t read the totals, it won’t stress me.ย Then it’s all about concentrating on doing the work and not fixating one the woman next to me running when she would be walking and the CrossFit guy who just never gets tired.

I gotta stop letting other people give me anxiety and just focus on the work.


After five blood donations, I can now categorically state it takes just under a week to return to a feeling of normality, and this will subsequently be factored into the timing of all future donations. My next one is New Year’s Eve, which works out just fine.

Now, onto the day’s plan:

When you read this I’ll be on a bike for a couple of hours: as I ride there is always plenty of time to think, though often brain becomes very clear and nothing happens inside the bonce. Some would say that’s healthy if the rest of the time it’s all noise and sound, but today there’s a plan. Clarity of thought is tough without sufficient rest, but doable with the right conducive environment. Therefore today, gonna try a bit of directed thought. I should consider them ‘oaffirmations’ as I’m a bit clumsy, perhaps?


Rather than stumbling between places and things with this barely-contained edge of panic about myself, it is time to breathe and focus on positive thinking. My mind is particularly good at being programmed right now, the exercise has proven that in spades, so if we can apply this to the mental and spiritual sides of things, who knows what might happen as a result, and the only means by which this is tested is to try.

I’d considered all this stuffย  pointless rubbish until I started doing a daily motivation series. After nearly a year? It does work.ย