In a word

Beard: Gone
Running: No
When: Soon
Realistically: Month
Gym: Yes
Fit: Never
Slim: Ha!
Tottenham: Shambles
Liverpool: C*nts
College: Good
Superbowl porn: Hilarious
Slumdog Millionaire: Brilliant
Peace.

Mood is not easy to describe

Briefly, last week got 3 great workouts in the gym, felt supermotivated and seriously had to fight the urge to go for a run as all was good. Was nice to feel this good all last week as I had been off the booze since New Years. Then Sunday happened. Decided to go to Fitz on Sunday to watch the Spurs game, which proceeded to absolutely wreck my mood, result in my near removal from the bar because my swearing at the TV was putting people off their Sunday dinner (the nerve of some people), and having about 12 pints.

Fast forward to Monday, way too hungover to travel back to Dublin that morning, instead found the ultimate cure for a hangover: Laughter. Watched Step Brothers and that shit is absolutely hilarious. Cue lots of G-chat quotathons with Coste, a.k.a. Dragon. As a result of losing a day due to beer, only got to the gym twice this week, but am thinking of doing a hike on Saturday. Motivation levels are nowhere near as good as last week, which is firmly attributed to Spurs sucking the life force out of me as I have never had such a miserable time as a fan. Its friggin awful!!

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It's been just over a week without running and I'm waaay past the godIhateinjuriessomuchIjustwanttokillmyself phase. Phew, glad thats over with. Actually not at all bummed about the injury given the quality efforts I've been getting out of myself cross-training. Granted, I'm only planning on hitting the gym about thrice weekly (that's 3 right?) but when I'm there I've been doing about an hour of cardio on either the bike or elliptical plus weights and core. I'm a goddam beast. But seriously, been able to push the HR up into the 190s, which lets face it, when you're running 7+++ minute miles doesn't really happen; plus I am sweating like an addict trying to quit crack, so will probably drop a few lbs along the way. Happy days. The one downside is when I get off the bike it looks like I've pissed myself, which only happened that one time. Not really. 

Not much else is happening in the world of the weeman at this point in time...I'm back rocking the beard temporarily, maybe till I start running again. Not looking quite like the terrorist I am in my passport as I'm not a skinhead anymore. Also missing 2 quite large patches of hair from my right leg which had to be shaved in the name of science, so needless to say, I got quite a few odd looks at the gym. Good God, I'm talking about my beard and leg hair, time to wrap this up.

Bye now.