Onto day two of my challenge and I am still marvelling at the amount of work that goes into taking a picture of one’s meals. My plan is to get my proper DSLR camera out and experiment with exposure, shutter speed etc, but for now, my iPhone is doing the job nicely.
Today’s effort involved getting up at 4am for some training on the bike. I’m lucky that I get to train with some of my favourite people in the world. We did six one kilometre efforts and some hill sprints. Then I followed it up with a decent session in the gym. I’m currently focusing on my hamstring rehabilitation – this probably sounds a bit odd as my surgery was over two years ago. Starting a program that involved proprioception exercises has helped tremendously and that I started these non gym exercises in the gym meant that as I started to master them, I became tempted to try traditional strength exercises like squatting and deadlifts. Two days a week have started to morph into three to four days as I’m finding joy in lifting weights again. Unfortunately I’m not seeing all of those changes in strength reflected in my body just yet, but this is what I am hoping the challenge helps me with.
To sum up, I hit all targets except for sleep – due to staying up late to pick a little Lucy up from University. Then, when I finally did get to bed, I couldn’t sleep as I discovered that a family member had unfollowed me on Instagram. For the life of me I have no idea what I have done to deserve my ignominious dumping, except post pictures of bikes, my gym scooter,and now, my meals which are all pretty benign subjects in the world of social media. It left me feeling a bit upset and befuddled, how do you continue to interact face to face when you know this person doesn’t rate you? Part of me is philosophical – i.e. you don’t like everyone so why should they like you, part of me is angry and part of me is feeling hurt and unpopular, compounded by the issue that I’ve always felt like we got along well. Obviously not. Upon reexamining my conscience again and coming up short with potential theories of objectively offensive behaviour, I have no choice but to move forward with the idea of “what’s for dinner?”
Time to sort out my bike and get prepped for a new day tomorrow.