I hate when I come to work in a good mood and then circumstances work against me keeping that good mood for longer than an hour at most. Monday mornings. How I love them.
There surely cant be many things worse than working on a Shareholders Agreement. I hate them with a passion. They always seem to be covered in red and blue tracked changes, which multiply as the agreement gets emailed back and forth between the respective parties. Then there is me, making changes of my own, and trying to make the document look vaguely acceptable because somehow when other people besides me make changes on a document the formatting always gets screwed up.
This document is a thick wad of approximately 60 pages which all have to be reformatted by the time the client comes this afternoon. I shouldnt really be taking lunch, but I need this break because I'm feeling a little overwhelmed at all the deadlines that are suddenly looming.
So I am walking around with a scowl on my face instead of the bright, happy smile of this morning.
All that aside though, the reason Im feeling excited is that Adventure Boot Camp starts this evening!
While I am excited at exercising each evening with a group of women, I am also quite nervous at the fact that I will be arriving alone and friendless. I have been chomping my nails since this morning at the thought of meeting new people. But I am mostly just nervous about doing something new. It's all the obvious worries about whether I'll get there on time and whether I'll find the right entrance.
I have no doubt that I will enjoy myself, and that I will almost definitely end up with at least one person that I feel comfortable chatting to, but I really, really wish that my best, and probably only real friend had registered with me. It was something I thought we could do together.
ABC obviously appealed to me because of the programme, but also a large part due to the fact that it can feel quite lonely and solitary to make the decision to work out and take care of your body when there is no one around you who shares the same interest in it. I enjoy my solitude while running, but sometimes I wish I had someone to accompany me. Someone with whom I can share the passion and drive with.
Anyway, I am pretty much resigned to the fact that I'm doing this on my own, and I've thought about it and thought about it, and really, it can't be that difficult to relax a little and make a buddy or two, even if it is just for the duration of the programme.
Yesterday I went shopping for some more gym-type clothes, which I then modelled for Boyfriend, while he nodded and made the appropriate sounds before quickly returning his attention to the Playstation.
I got Boyfriend to measure my arms, thighs, hips and chest last night, to be filled out on a pre and post camp evaluation sheet, and then packed my new gym clothes, running shoes, water bottle, and two hand weights in my bag ready for the next morning.
I always take the stairs at work which is both healthier and faster than the elevator. I think that just about everyone in my office insists on taking the elevator even though it is incredibly slow and tends to get people stuck inside it once in a while. Initially the stairs used to leave me panting for breath, but over the past year or so that I've been taking them I got used to it. This morning, however, my thighs strained a little, and I was panting slightly when I reached the top. All that from the extra 4 kilograms I'm carrying in my gym bag! It's all good though. It's just that little bit extra exercise.
So today is the beginning of a month of exercising with other people who share the same determination to get themselves into shape and feel great. It's an exciting prospect, and I'm ready to work hard at it.
And now my lunchtime is over. Back to the grindstone and that frigging Shareholders Agreement. Hopefully it will have magically disappeared off my desk and possibly landed up in the bin? Shredded?
I can only hope.
(Answers to the Tag below will follow soon, I promise.)
There surely cant be many things worse than working on a Shareholders Agreement. I hate them with a passion. They always seem to be covered in red and blue tracked changes, which multiply as the agreement gets emailed back and forth between the respective parties. Then there is me, making changes of my own, and trying to make the document look vaguely acceptable because somehow when other people besides me make changes on a document the formatting always gets screwed up.
This document is a thick wad of approximately 60 pages which all have to be reformatted by the time the client comes this afternoon. I shouldnt really be taking lunch, but I need this break because I'm feeling a little overwhelmed at all the deadlines that are suddenly looming.
So I am walking around with a scowl on my face instead of the bright, happy smile of this morning.
All that aside though, the reason Im feeling excited is that Adventure Boot Camp starts this evening!
While I am excited at exercising each evening with a group of women, I am also quite nervous at the fact that I will be arriving alone and friendless. I have been chomping my nails since this morning at the thought of meeting new people. But I am mostly just nervous about doing something new. It's all the obvious worries about whether I'll get there on time and whether I'll find the right entrance.
I have no doubt that I will enjoy myself, and that I will almost definitely end up with at least one person that I feel comfortable chatting to, but I really, really wish that my best, and probably only real friend had registered with me. It was something I thought we could do together.
ABC obviously appealed to me because of the programme, but also a large part due to the fact that it can feel quite lonely and solitary to make the decision to work out and take care of your body when there is no one around you who shares the same interest in it. I enjoy my solitude while running, but sometimes I wish I had someone to accompany me. Someone with whom I can share the passion and drive with.
Anyway, I am pretty much resigned to the fact that I'm doing this on my own, and I've thought about it and thought about it, and really, it can't be that difficult to relax a little and make a buddy or two, even if it is just for the duration of the programme.
Yesterday I went shopping for some more gym-type clothes, which I then modelled for Boyfriend, while he nodded and made the appropriate sounds before quickly returning his attention to the Playstation.
I got Boyfriend to measure my arms, thighs, hips and chest last night, to be filled out on a pre and post camp evaluation sheet, and then packed my new gym clothes, running shoes, water bottle, and two hand weights in my bag ready for the next morning.
I always take the stairs at work which is both healthier and faster than the elevator. I think that just about everyone in my office insists on taking the elevator even though it is incredibly slow and tends to get people stuck inside it once in a while. Initially the stairs used to leave me panting for breath, but over the past year or so that I've been taking them I got used to it. This morning, however, my thighs strained a little, and I was panting slightly when I reached the top. All that from the extra 4 kilograms I'm carrying in my gym bag! It's all good though. It's just that little bit extra exercise.
So today is the beginning of a month of exercising with other people who share the same determination to get themselves into shape and feel great. It's an exciting prospect, and I'm ready to work hard at it.
And now my lunchtime is over. Back to the grindstone and that frigging Shareholders Agreement. Hopefully it will have magically disappeared off my desk and possibly landed up in the bin? Shredded?
I can only hope.
(Answers to the Tag below will follow soon, I promise.)
UPDATE: Boot Camp was great! I was left a little surprised at how tough some of the exercises were on me, considering that I exercise every weekday morning. But then we were working muscles that dont really get used when running, so I probably shouldnt feel all that surprised.
My arms are very, very stiff. Playing around with my 2kg weights at home by doing simple arms curls was easy enough, but having to hold them with my arms out at shoulder level for a couple of minutes at Boot Camp, after having done a load of other arm exercises beforehand was tough. Very tough. But, I will get used to it in time. Hopefully.
Yay for exercise!!
P.S: Today isnt exactly going smoothly either. Hoping things will calm down at work from tomorrow onwards.
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