It seemed to go so fast! I had three weeks away from work on vacation, a bank holiday and boom, it was done!
I found a total of 164 Geocaches (120 in North Wales), bought a boat – a Piranha Inazone 230, had a birthday – happens the same time every bloody year, and loads of other stuff not worth mentioning.
I am back to a normal routine now, weight is still shedding (due to weigh in tomorrow), exercise plans (but not actual exercise) are coming along and work drags as much as usual.
Here’s the exercise plan and goals:
- Weight loss will continue.
- Join the gym at work.
- Do the Couch to 5k challenge. Over 9 weeks follow a set plan to run five kilometres. I starts with interval training – run 90 seconds, walk 90 seconds – and ends with running 5k without walking.
- On the “rest day” for C25K head into the gym and do weight/rowing/cardio.
- Once I can run 5k, take part in a number of parkrun events.
- Work to bring the 5k time down under 30 minutes.
- Complete the bridge to 10k.
- Train for a half marathon.
- Run a half marathon.
- Run a marathon.
- Die happy.
I have no set timeline to complete this, it’s ongoing. I first (I think) need to go back to the doctor about a persistent cough. 8 weeks in, I am now concerned it’s not a viral chest infection, but is asthma. If it is, I will work round it.
I will write part 4 of the Writing Prompt, I started (Part 1 is here), I know where I want the story to go and am desperate to get it finished. Any constructive criticism is gratefully received.
Please read part 1 and part 2 before reading this.
I would love to be able to say exactly what I saw and felt when I jumped into the wormhole. Unfortunately I have no idea what happened. As I jumped I think I jumped too far across the hole and hit my head on the pedestal container. Consequently, the next thing I know there’s just black and the sound of my breathing.
I attempted to move my appendages, one digit, one hand, one arm at a time. Everything seemed to be working except my sight. I moved my hand to my head to check for damage. I felt the familiar stickiness that congealed blood has, not much quantity, but definitely there on my forehead. Moving my hand across my face I could see it at all, not even when my fingers were an inch away from my eyes. Then I realised that I couldn’t hear anything either. I wasn’t hearing my breathing, I was feeling it. Okay, this is getting weird. Have I gone deaf and blind from a simple knock on the forehead? Perhaps the black hole had a magnifying effect on the injury. What the hell do I do now??? Continue reading “The Game Show – Part 3”
If you haven’t already, please read Part 1 of this short story first.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome once again to When In The World! Please put your hands together and welcome your host, the unparalleled, the monumental, the one-and-only Mr DAMIEN DARRT!”
From somewhere there was a loud cheer, clapping and whistling. I had no idea if it was from an audience or a pre-recorded track. The lights on the set were dazzlingly bright, I could only just make out the the cameras, and as Damien Darrt appeared the spotlight that came on made them disappear too.
“You’re too kind! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Darrts’s teeth actually glimmered as he spoke, as if somebody had inserted tiny diamonds in his teeth. It wouldn’t surprise me a bit.
Continue reading “The Game Show – Part 2”
On Reddit there’s a sub called Writing Prompts. Essentially, other members of the sub will post a writing prompt and people will write a short story response.
I have loads of ideas for the prompts that are posted but so far I haven’t been brave enough to actually write anything and post it in the sub. Desperate to write something I have decided that I will write something on here instead. If, when it’s done and published, I feel it’s good enough then I will post it over there.
We’ll see how it goes…