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Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Yawn...

These 10pm shifts are killing me, particularly when I don't finish until almost 11pm.

And now I'm watching the Taupo Ironman on television when I should be going to bed.

All I can think about is how many hours of training it would need to turn a 140kg fat bastard to an ironman.

The answer is 'a fuckload'. But the thought does appeal. But I need to take small steps first.

And I need to avoid those other small steps to the pantry and the biscuit tin...

Maybe that will be on next year's list!

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