Staying up late and drinking isn’t part of the training regimen of most successful runners. I was meant to do 26 km this morning with a friend, and we’d arranged to meet at 5:15 so[…]
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Month: September 2017
A Night At The Races
This evening we went to watch the horse racing. The races are at the Singapore Turf Club, far north near Krangj. Unfortunately our taxi driver, breaching at least one stereotype, didn’t know where the Turf[…]
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Locked out
I woke up at six this morning and ignored my alarm, until my wife came and told me off and kicked me out of bed, sending me out for a run this morning. It’s fortunate[…]
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Blue Wednesday
I felt quite blue all afternoon today, possibly because it rained, or because I kept having coding issues, or because La Serpiente had coughed half the night and I’d had to lie in her bed[…]
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Yet more sleep deprivation
I couldn’t sleep last night, tossing and turning until 1am, and then woken by a crying child at 2, or at 5:30, or I don’t know quite when. I just remember waking up on Destroyer’s[…]
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Brain fade
I slept well this evening. Mainly because I fell asleep next to La Serpiente at 8:20 and didn’t wake up for an hour. I crawled groggily from her room just as my wife exited Destroyer’s[…]
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Another early start
I don’t know how I dragged myself from my bed at 5 am, but somehow I managed it, and went off for a 21 km run. This became a never-ending grind; the first 10k or[…]
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Making up for lost time
I spent most of today at the office, which was hardly a good way to compensate my children for my absence on Thursday and Friday. I got home about 3:30 and took them for ice[…]
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Still figuring things out
Two days later, I’m still none the wiser as to what Vietnam is. That’s partly a function of being cooped up in a hotel room or an office since I got here, my only sights[…]
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Bad Science
At the airport bookshop yesterday, I bought a copy of Ben Goldacre’s Bad Science, which I then devoured between Singapore and Vietnam, pausing to have dinner, and then finishing in the early hours of this[…]
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