I wrapped up work a little early this afternoon and, instead of heading straight to the sofa with a drink and a snack, I went downstairs to our apartment building’s gym for a workout.
I’ve realised that as long as my ass doesn’t hit a comfy chair, I can keep going to get some exercise. If I sit down after work, for any length of time, I’m snookered. The sofa is too comfortable and enticing and there’s so much to read on the internet.
I made it to the gym after work and spent my time on the elliptical watching the latest episode of ‘Dune: Prophecy’. This series just keeps getting better and better. Plus, it keeps me on the machine for an hour at a time!
๐ช๐ผ Survived another trip to the gym. Used my time on the elliptical trainer to watch episode two of Dune: Prophecy. I’m loving it so far. Just gorgeous to look at. Epic design and some lovely performances.
๐ช๐ผ Survived my first gym visit since coming back from Japan. 45mins on the elliptical machine while watching ‘The Pengun’. (And attempting to ignore the weights-dropping, mouth-breathing dullards who make the gym such a chore…)
โจ๏ธ Off to the onsen again for another couple of hours of soaking and sweating. The weather in Osaka is phenomenal today, so Iโll be out on the rooftop baths to catch some sun. โ๏ธ
Barely able to keep my eyes open. So itโs time for a shower and an early night. And hopefully a full nightโs sleep. Thereโs no way Iโm staying up to watch all this breathless - and pointless - US election coverage. Far too earlyโฆ
This could be a tiny decades-old bath in Kyoto, or a ‘super onsen’ in Tokyo. The experience is similar: long periods of time spent soaking in communal baths and letting my cares disappear and the aches on my muscles vanish.
A productive day, all in all.
With my eyes firmly on the prize (our departure for Tokyo next week) I got the head down and tore through my task list in work this morning. I actually got so much done that I managed to leave the office early and get to the gym.
I know, I was shocked too. It has been far too long since this body has seen the inside of a gym.
๐ง Another evening when my thoughts turn to simplifying my life and deleting some social media accounts. There are just too many of them for me to maintain, too many subscriptions, too much…hassle.
The irony that I’m writing about wellbeing and self-care on my professional blog, while sitting here with a head cold, isn’t lost on me! Still, I’m feeling a lot better this morning, and I don’t have to leave the apartment. And you can bet that my weekend will be starting early this week.
I’m wishing I could sweat out this cold in the sauna in my old apartment building.
My routine was simple. Iโd bring a book or a magazine, an alcohol-free beer (chilled to the max in preparation), and toddle down to the sauna for about an hour. Several sessions in the heat. Several very cold showers, then a relaxing sit on the bench in the menโs changing rooms. And I would sleep like a baby each evening I did that.
I truly believe that sleep cures all.
Yes, I’m still feeling decidedly grim, my throat still hurts and I have the most annoying ticklish cough. But I don’t have a headache, I’m not aching all over, and I don’t have the urge to curl up in bed and hide under the duvet. I’ll take all of that as a win.
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So I made it through this morning’s must-do online meeting with a client. My voice held up - just.
Now I can relax with a hot drink until 3pm. Then, it’s a webinar I need to run for a different client. As soon as that’s done - should be about 30mins - I’ll be heading home for more hot drinks and a lie down.
And not speaking again for the foreseeable future.
I woke with one of them yesterday morning: a tiny scratch at the back of my throat. Not painful, just noticeable. It got worse throughout the day - bearing in mind I had several calls and a podcast interview to record - until after work, when my voice began to disintegrate completely.
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I woke to complete darkness this morning, a rough reminder that we’re now in October.
I didn’t grow up in tropical climes. Unless you consder Dublin a haven of sunshine and warm breezes. (It is not). But even now, in the midst of my forty-eighth year on this planet, I’m still not coping well with the departure of brighter mornings and evenings and and onslaught of wind, rain and darkness.
I had fully intended to have a lie on this morning, with my first appointment not until 9am. But no, my brain sabotaged my plans and left me sitting up in bed well before dawn, sipping coffee and cursing my luck.ย
๐ง It was one of those days when my brain just didn’t cooperate.
It hasnโt happened in quite a while, but today I had an epileptic seizure at work.ย Iโm lucky, in that most of my seizures tend to take the form ofย โabsencesโ - where I just zone out while my brain basically reboots.
This isnโt a โNew Year, New Meโ announcement or anything. Just the stark realisation that Iโve for some work to do before I can feel comfortable in these shorts again.
I return to London feeling lots better, with a ton of notes and plans for personal and professional life. I experience a kind of inspiration there that I donโt get anywhere else.ย It just works, which is why I go back every year.
๐๐ผ Made it to the gym again after work this evening.
A much nicer elliptical workout, while watching some ‘Tokyo Vice’'. Why though, do some people go to the gym for the sole purpose of making phone calls? Not while exercising, while sitting on machines and not moving a muscle.
๐๐ผ Made it to the gym for a very half-hearted workout on the elliptical. Brought me to a total of 10km of walking today, which isn’t bad. Let’s see what I manage tomorrow.
I’m back on the beach in Sitges in two weeks, so every little helps. Right?
I’ve had a client webinar cancelled at the very last minute, so instead of mainlining political news all over again, I’m going to head downstairs to the gym and get some exercise. A much better use of my time.
๐๐ผ I had the gym in our building all to myself this afternoon.
Until the last ten minutes of my workout, when this giant beast of a neighbour came down, dressed in street clothes, and chose the treadmill next to me for… a walk. And a telephone conversation. While on speakerphone. Loudly.
I glared at him pointedly - I could hear him over my own headphones and this is something he always seems to do - and he moved one machine away.
Having to start university all over again, but couldn’t find my degree certificates to prove I didn’t need to.
Somehow finding myself signed up for a maths and statistics degree. Not psychology.
Accidentally donating all my clothes to a charity shop and then having to ask for them back.
I have absolutely no idea what my brain is trying to tell me with all this nonsense. Though it wold at least be fun if I didn’t wake up in a panic at the end of each one. Sleep? I don’t know her…