Sprung
Spring has finally sprung, at least for a little while, here in Northampton. To make the most of the sun actually being up in the sky *and* warm, I decided to forgo the usual swim at lunchtime and instead go for a long slow walk along the River Nene.
Shades on, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, iPhone cranked up listening to Hoobestank, best foot forward and don’t stop until either the music runs out or I get somewhere I don’t recognise. Â It’s a good strategy, although you have to make sure your chain of command isn’t around to question the hour of your return… it is called a ‘lunch hour’ for a reason… apparently.
The walk along the river does give time to look back, review and plan ahead. A kind of mental spring cleaning. I think it’s certainly time to step back from those things that are causing pain, as they have already done, and stop stalking ideals.
The resolutions are going fairly well too, with the following updates;
Get Fit
Apart from a small period of time with the bust finger, I have managed to get to the gym on a fairly regular basis so far. Â Weights in the morning, swimming during the lunch break.
Thankfully my weight has actually started dropping and I am now under the 80kg mark! The unfortunate side affect of this is trousers that now have a habit of migrating South, which is not clever when you have your hands full at the time.
Two Belts
I am sooo close to my next belt I can almost taste it, however I still need to sort out some stuff before I get the elusive strip of coloured fabric.  Somewhat frustrating, probably as much to my Sensei as it is to me!
Get Offline
My usage of MSN and facebook, very recently, has dropped to very minimal levels. Â Some of this is due to circumstance, but I took it as an opportunity; every silver lining has a cloud… or words to that effect.Â
Looking forward to the days getting a little longer so I can start getting the mountain bike out and around the Country Park, in the evenings, with some mates. Definite spring developing in the step, even if it is in the wake of a winter in metaphorical terms as well as seasonal.
