Sprint

I think I need to get fit. This afternoon on the way home from dropping off the auxiliary VCR for one of its occasional services (this being the occasion of it ceasing to work), I did the 150 Metre Across Huntingdale Station Carpark Down The Ramp Through The Underpass Up The Ramp And Onto The Train Sprint. Okay, so I didn’t have to do it, but I had seen the train coming, and who wants to wait an extra fifteen minutes if you don’t have to?

So I only just made it. I mean, apart from only just making it onto the train, I think physically I only just made it. I was still breathing heavily five minutes later. And my legs felt distinctly wobbly.

It’s not that I’m particularly unfit. But I don’t think this carcass of mine is used to sudden bursts of strenuous exercise. Maybe it should be.

Okay, okay, I admit it, I’ve been feeling a little unfit and inadequate since I saw that guy in the park who strolled up and used the top of the swings like a bar to jump onto and hang upside down off doing exercises.

On the work front, still looking. A few pots on the boil, so to speak. In the meantime I’m building a home page for a friend’s company, so I’m wrestling with domain name registration and HTML again.

Maybe once I’m assured of having a job it’ll be time to go on a short spending spree. Hopefully the VCR will be mended, but the hi-fi amplifier’s had it, the computer’s hard disk is full (buying Office 97 didn’t exactly help) and the home-office chair is beginning to disintegrate.

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