It's proving trickier than I imagined to post a blog a day. I don't see enough of Luca from Monday to Friday to wax lyrical about him, and ain't interesting enough to prose primarily about myself.
Carole though? Perma-grin just now. Harvey, albeit due to a cocktail of drugs that would put Keith Richards to shame, continues to strengthen. His hair is growing back too, which hide the litany of scars and scabs. Added to this is the promise of a new car, the replacement of her sporty Honda with a 4WD BMW.
My new diet is going OK. I've now managed 2 days without treats (apart from a bit of dark chocolate, but the diet sheets have assured me this is good for me!) although I do drool on my desk every time someone in the office bites into a cake. Which happens a lot.
Honestly, I think I work in the least healthy office in Scotland.........
Following my slathering over cakes that I won't get to eat, I'm also forcing myself out for a run as soon as I get home from work tonight. Allied to my new diet, I've also decided to increase the miles I'm running too. Almost every run I've had over the past few months has been short, and I've realised my unconscious has lately pushed me more toward short, fast runs and races due to my preference to gangly belt along like a kid fuelled with Sunny Delight.
This is absolutely no use for my stamina, which in turn affects my energy. I'm hoping it's the crux of my problem. I never run in the evenings either, so theoretically the extra time allowed will give me opportunity to clock up more miles than normal. Contrarily though, I'm frequently lethargic in the evenings so imagine tonight will involve a mental battle with my lazy subconscious.
A little bad news today, regard our (hopeful) attendance at Partick Thistle's Challenge Cup Final in a couple of months. Partick are, as you know, pretty hopeless at football, so reaching a final is a really big deal. Unfortunately, however, the thousands of tickets which went on sale yesterday were sold out within minutes. Where did all these fans come from? Our heroes usually play in front of average crowds of 1500 if they're lucky.
I blame David Cameron.
Tomorrow night Carole and I have a pub quiz to attend, but as I don't want to pre-empt what possibly may be the only thing worth writing about in tomorrows blog, I'll quickly bid adieu.
**Useless fact of the day - Partick Thistle's average home attendance is actually 2,345**
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