A little rain never hurt anyone...

This morning I felt a bit mean...and I guess slightly nuts. As I headed off to my personal trainers house at the ungodly hour of 5:30am for a 6am start it was dark, cold and rainy. When I arrived at our meeting point I noticed a text, asking if I wanted to continue in the rain. I did. Two minutes later my PT arrived and I made the poor woman stand out in the cold, in the rain, with a back injury as she took me through some hills work.

Now that I'm back in the warmth of my house I'm feeling mean. Sorry K. What a crazy moo I am. Is this called dedication and commitment or is it just downright crazy obsession? I guess it's a fine line, right? 

My body has changed a lot. It's lean. Possibly a little too lean. I don't know. I see ribs and bones and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or what? K wants me to put on some muscle weight so I'm drinking protein shakes. The dormant ex-ano side of my brain kind of cowers at the idea of putting on weight but the louder, well side knows it's a good thing. It means health and strength. I know this. Still, the ano-voice still whispers and I don't like it.

In other news I am having an enforced day off today. Last week I booked my car in for today to have its 30,000km service. I'd sorted it all out to have it dropped off at the Ford Service Centre by 8am and then I'd make it to the train station in time to catch the 8:42am into work. 

I didn't count on there being a fire at Richmond train station last night, causing today's train services into complete and utter chaos. Most if not all trains on my line have been cancelled. So...you know...I have to be home today. I am so "devastated" I think I might throw myself a party to cheer myself up!

You know what they say, "The best laid plans of mice and men..." and all that jazz!