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!
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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