Just like you, but different
I also though you’d all be dead interested in my meanderings towards fitness. in Pdubyahworld all this is true.
So in other non-beer related news:
I went to party for my friend Bruce. He’s just got to 50, and is fairly successful and happy. What kind of present to buy? I thought long and hard and in the end it seemed the thing to give him, a thoughtful and personal gift, something to treasure and unique. A picture of me.
That’s not all though, I found a book – The Dangerous book for middle aged me. It might give him some inspiration.
It probably won’t.
IT was nice to catch up with friends that we haven’t seen for a while and guess what, each and everyone of them lives their life vicariously through the achievements of their children. I kid you not. Being fair though we did all meet via the said children at sports, and they’ve all done well and won medals and trophies.
It’s a nice thing that keeps us together.
Also in haste brought a Polar H7 heart rate sensor.
It’s not compatible with the anything I own.
That sucks. Still it was very cheap and I am impulsive. Might try to sell it or even give it away to someone that might use it.
I wore my New Balance shoes today, the yellow ones.
I had the brightest feet on the waterfront when I went for a walk with MrsPdubyah. I should have worn headphones and I might not have heard the laughter of children.
But then I’d probably laugh if I saw someone wearing them too, which is why I run a night, people will only see a blur of day glow fluro coming at them at ankle level, they won’t notice it’s at a snails pace.
I’m also at a flat spot in my weight loss, I managed to get to 92KG at one point, but I think it went to mu head, it certainly went to my stomach, and now I’m stuck at 93kg, I guess it comes down to portion control and self control (see above for story on impulse buying and self control).
The downside to that is that I had to get new shirts, and then it turns out I have more purple and pink shirts than is prudent to have.
And I don’t really like the latest thing which os the checked shirt, makes it look like you’re wearing a dishcloth or tablecloth.
Also, you know that thing where you say to yourself “don’t spill coffee on your new pants”, that doesn’t work, I spilt coffee on my new pants within the first hour.
MrsPdubyah less than impressed with that. Also I now how to polish my shoes, another chore I’d forgotten about
Talking of Impulse buys…. Cut-throat razor.
I’m not sure at which point that became a good idea in my head, but I went away and brought an entry level model that you use with disposable blades, the old school type of blades.
Anyway that’s a terrible idea unless you have hours to shave. Also slicing a chunk of your face off doesn’t have the desired effect on the ladies, and you have to make feeble excuses about why you look like you’ve been savaged by a mountain lion.
So a roller coaster of a thing, which I’ve shared for no reason. But then it’s not a beer post so I feel I did ok.