Thursday, November 22, 2012
From about 7am tomorrow, GMT.
I've had the sort of week that makes you run away and join the circus, really I have. As a result I have not been doing what the SparkDoctor ordered. No indeed and I don't know what I regret the most, all that Turkish Delight or taking the bus to the station instead of walking.
So tomorrow is a fresh start (*groan* oh no, not another one) and I plan to be out breaking in my new hiking boots (pictured) and dahn the gym and reminding myself that I promised to be a size 18 by Christmas and much more of this and my new size 18 strides won't fit any more. They have felt a bit tight round the gut today but I'm calling it gas. Or I was until 10 minutes ago when the cat found it necessary to leave the sofa abruptly and go out for some fresh air.
Please slap me in the face with a wet haddock tomorrow morning and remind me that tomorrow is anovver day and I've taken is as holiday from work. I've got big plans that may just include some long walks and fortunately the weather tomorrow and Sunday is set to be pretty good, though Saturday's is looking mingin'.
The boots are not beautiful but they fit and the proof of the hiking boot is in the number of blisters you get when walking in them.
I'm so excited about choosing a walk for tomorrow, I don't know where to start.
'Break the boots in gradually'???
Now what kind of attitude is that?
Excess in everything, I say.