I meant to run a race today, but like a fool I stayed up until 2 this morning watching The Shield, a violent US cop series. That removed any chance of getting up in time for a 6:30 start, which meant I stayed in bed until almost 11 this morning, only rising in order to stagger outside for brunch.
On the negative side, I failed to take part in a race I’d paid for, but on the positive side I did watch many hours of everyone’s favourite angry bald man, Michael Chiklis, running around being angry. And bald.
(Jason Statham is also famous for running around being angry, but has receding hair, which means he’s balding, and not bald.)
Brunch was egg yolks on toast, infused with truffle oil, which smells slightly wrong, even though it tastes good. However, today it felt a little off: seasoned with the bitterness of indolence, I suspect.
I failed to work on my video today, although I did write some baby-related material for my comedy set, and I did start comparing immigration forms, because there’s nothing I like doing at the weekend more than paperwork. Canadian forms are fairly straightforward, whereas UK ones have multiple subclauses designed to confuse and addle. I’m sure I read the phrase “only fill this is if you are not not an EEA resident or Swiss national, unless your spouse is not”. That’s confusing enough for a native English speaker, let alone anyone else trying to get into the UK. Maybe that’s a cunning plan on the part of the UK Border Authorities.
This afternoon, alarmed at my laziness, I went a bit too far the other way and did an hour’s exercise, supervised by my Xbox. The motion tracking on the Kinect is aggravatingly only semi-reliable. Sometimes it works very well, other times it decides I don’t exist. Perhaps it was getting bored with me; at the start of the hour it tracked me very well, but by the end it kept losing me. I know most humans don’t want to see a sweaty man jumping up and down in shorts and a t-shirt, but it’s surprising to find computers don’t like that either.
There was only a limited number of things the Xbox decided I should do, so I’ve done innumerable lunges, squats and leg raises today. There was a lot of bridges, which may improve my core strength, or which may leave me in agony tomorrow when I get up to discover what I’ve done to myself. The hour only burned 180 calories, which is disappointing, as I’d eaten an entire bag of tortilla chips just beforehand. If I’ve put weight on this weekend, I’ll be even more abashed.
However, a new week starts tomorrow, and I hope that it doesn’t involve any drunken shenanigans like the Friday just gone. With six weeks until my next race, I need to be well-behaved and not miss out on training…