Yesterday, I enjoyed my day off for the week. I slept in, got some cleaning done, stretched, lazed about a bit, and biked a long round trip to pick up 150 pounds of litters and food for my cat. I think this trip takes place perhaps twice a year; it involved taking down my full-sized bike from its training stand, swapping out the rear wheel, hooking up the trailer, etc. Once I got home, I finished a 50-minute training run and took a nap before heading in to work at midnight.
I worked for several hours, and then there was about a 3-hour gap where I wasn't needed. I suppose I don't mind sharing this here, since no one reads this but me and a few bots, but I slept at work. I didn't charge my employer for the hours, but I'd rather sleep for 3 hours at work than bike half an hour home, sleep for two hours, and bike half an hour back. Anyway, after that, I worked for another 8 hours or so and biked home. I had two workouts today for my triathlon plan; a swim that would have taken about 75 minutes and a 1-hour bike ride. The swim did not go off as planned; the current was far too strong and the waves much too high. Frankly, I consider it good that I decided to stop as early as I did. Instead, I came home and executed the bike ride, and a solid ride it was. Today, sucess for me meant accepting my limitations as a swimmer.
I'm making this a purge month. Since today is day 1, I picked 1 thing to get rid of. Tomorrow, I'll pick 2, and so on. All told, I'll get rid of nearly 500 things. Today's thing was a bottled octopus. I'm giving myself this one out; I don't actually have to get rid of all the things on that specific day. I can pick them out to dispose of, but I cannot go back on any decision unless it's on the same day I decided to get rid of that thing and I pick something else to get rid of in its place. Maybe one day I can get down to only what fits into a backpack.
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