Shattered
I had high hopes of sticking to the plan today but it didn't quite work out.
I had a 4am start this morning in order to catch a flight to London and I honestly thought I could get through the day and come home and go running. Unfortunately I forgot what a 4am start mixed with a up and back flight did to the system.
The 4am start went reasonably well - I was awake before getting in the shower (unusual for me as I am not a morning person, nor am I a night owl for that matter, I prefer to think of myself as a highly active Sloth - well compared to general Sloth behaviour I am positively live-wire.) Check in was a drag as I was flying with a well-known no frills carrier which meant there was no option to use a self service check-in, there was also the usual queue at security although I managed to get through without setting off the alarm for a change (must have been a low-alert day).
I got to London at a hellishly early hour and enjoyed a cup of Earl grey tea before heading to the office.
The day at the office went fairly well, I managed to pay attention for the entire day (But then I did leave shortly after lunch).
On returning to the airport I joined the mass of 200 or so people all trying to check in at 2 open desks that took all flights. I got to the front of the line with 5 mins to spare before check in closed for my flight which meant there was no time to dawdle at the shops - it was straight over to the gate to stand and wait for the mad dash refered to as "boarding".
After all that I got a seat and opened my book to read for a while but found I was barely able to keep my eyes open for the safety demo. I had a few naps on the way back and some not unpleasant dreams involving George Clooney and little else. We got back so far ahead of schedule that I was actually able to be at home in time to see Neighbours.
Tiredness really set in after that though and I battled with my wills as to whether I should or shouldn't go. In the end shouldn't won through but only because I couldn't find the strength to get upstairs to get my kit ready. I spent the rest of the evening cursing myself for not getting out and ended up doing some work as penance.
I had a 4am start this morning in order to catch a flight to London and I honestly thought I could get through the day and come home and go running. Unfortunately I forgot what a 4am start mixed with a up and back flight did to the system.
The 4am start went reasonably well - I was awake before getting in the shower (unusual for me as I am not a morning person, nor am I a night owl for that matter, I prefer to think of myself as a highly active Sloth - well compared to general Sloth behaviour I am positively live-wire.) Check in was a drag as I was flying with a well-known no frills carrier which meant there was no option to use a self service check-in, there was also the usual queue at security although I managed to get through without setting off the alarm for a change (must have been a low-alert day).
I got to London at a hellishly early hour and enjoyed a cup of Earl grey tea before heading to the office.
The day at the office went fairly well, I managed to pay attention for the entire day (But then I did leave shortly after lunch).
On returning to the airport I joined the mass of 200 or so people all trying to check in at 2 open desks that took all flights. I got to the front of the line with 5 mins to spare before check in closed for my flight which meant there was no time to dawdle at the shops - it was straight over to the gate to stand and wait for the mad dash refered to as "boarding".
After all that I got a seat and opened my book to read for a while but found I was barely able to keep my eyes open for the safety demo. I had a few naps on the way back and some not unpleasant dreams involving George Clooney and little else. We got back so far ahead of schedule that I was actually able to be at home in time to see Neighbours.
Tiredness really set in after that though and I battled with my wills as to whether I should or shouldn't go. In the end shouldn't won through but only because I couldn't find the strength to get upstairs to get my kit ready. I spent the rest of the evening cursing myself for not getting out and ended up doing some work as penance.
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