We went out last night for impromptu beer and dinner with our old manager. Despite the utter nightmare that work has been for him with all the crazy reorganisation and project cancellation, he was on top form. In fact, he was so lively and happy, and even avoided talking about work for most of the evening – I was half convinced it was a “farewell dinner”, and he was going to drive his car off a mountain on the way home. He turned up this morning, looking reassuringly miserable, so all is well.
I got home last night and sat alone in the bathroom for ten minutes feeling sick as a dog. All I had was three glasses of red wine and some pasta, but my stomach was NOT happy. As I sat there in the bathroom feeling sorry for myself I decided that it was time to start taking better care of my body. I don’t want to wake up every morning feeling like crap and unable to function until I’ve had industrial strength coffee from Starbucks. I don’t want to be exhausted from climbing a flight of stairs because all I ever do is sit at my desk, sit in my car, or sit on the sofa. I know I’ve been saying this forever and ever, but I’m 30 now (30! my god that’s surreal), which means my lifestyle impacts how I look and feel much more than it did when I was 21. Perfectly illustrated by the fact that I felt like a badger’s bum when I woke up this morning, and I’m sitting here now, sniffing away with a runny nose, a horrible cough, aching calves (where did that come from?), and a head that feels full of cotton wool. I’d probably collapse if I had to run a mile.
I’m going to do something about this. I want to bounce out of bed in the mornings and run 5 miles through beautiful forest before work. OK, maybe that’s a bit of a dream, but you know what I’m saying. I’m going to make plans.