I have a couple of minutes before I leave for the day and head to my own personal hell - the gym. Four weeks to go (as previously mentioned) and I am desperate to find some time to really hit the workouts hard. I was supposed to go this morning, but for some reason my body completely rejects the idea of getting up at 4.30am to be at the gym by 6am for a workout. But, who wouldn't really?
It's nice and quiet in the office today - management is away and it's refreshing not having someone walk through your office door every half hour to discuss something that could have been sent in an email, or over the phone.
In the middle of organising a family reunion - something I have just realised will take me away from my Christmas break time back in my home town, endless coffee and lunches, catching up with extended family and friends. Hmm. Might have to go back for a quick trip before the long break.
Have just realised that we're not too far off daylight savings and I can't wait. Very much over the cold, dark mornings and the cold, dark evenings. I like the longer days; it screams summer. It means I can go for evening walks without wondering too much if I'm going to be kidnapped or be found frozen to death.
I'm not a fan of very hot weather (aka. Sydney mid January) nor a fan of very cold weather (aka. Ballarat mid July). I need to find somewhere that is very mild, all year around. Probably around 25-27 degrees, dry heat (no humidity thanks). Warm water, cool air in Summer. Cool enough in Winter to warrant a light jumper and a pair of jeans and a blanket on the sofa at night. In a perfect world.
Anyways, I'm off to torture myself. My friend Nick, who is a self proclaimed gym junkie was encouraging me last night to get into it. I think I need him to follow me around as my own personal cheer squad.