As you know, last weekend the girls and I ate our way through Paris. I came back exhausted and when my alarm went off on Monday morning for the gym, it was the first time in the last few weeks that I thought, ‘No, I need to sleep.’ So I re-set the alarm for a couple of hours later and passed out again. I needed that sleep. For some reason, I’m finding it difficult to get to sleep and stay asleep. I keep waking up every few hours thinking of all the things I need to do before I go… At least the heating‘s back though!
I had my usual session with Gus on Tuesday morning – it was tough: squats and lunges with the ViPR – and a bigger ViPR (which apparently weighs 3 kilos but I’m sure it’s heavier than that). For one exercise I had to wear a belt which had straps behind me (which he was pulling on) and I had to drag him up and down the studio. ‘Run!’ he shouted. Run? I could barely walk. I suppose that’s one way of holding on to your clients – literally. That was my least favourite thing that day.
Because I skipped the gym on Monday, I went on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday to make up for it. By the time Friday came around, I was ready to hit snooze on the alarm again, but the sunrise got me out of bed:
I also had a pretty busy week socially. On Tuesday evening I was invited to a drinks reception by Thomson Reuters at the top of The Gherkin in the City.
Getting into the building was like going through airport security – I needed a form of ID, my bags had to go through an X-ray machine, and I had to walk through a metal detector. We were then instructed to take a lift to the 34th floor. When we got there we had to take another lift to the 39th floor. And when we got there, we had to walk up a spiral staircase to the 40th floor. Wine was flowing – I decided to go with red as I drink white wine way too fast – and (tiny) canapes were circulating.
The view from up there was spectacular. It was a clear night and you could see all across London in every direction. Unfortunately my camera wasn’t cooperating with the light inside and darkness outside but I got these photos from one of our hosts:
I think it was the perfect way to see London before I left. I had two glasses of red wine in about three hours, but still ended up with a splitting headache by the time I got home.
I was also out for lunch on Tuesday (Trattoria Semplice), Thursday (the RSM Restaurant) and Saturday (Raouls’, of course), and out for dinner on Wednesday (Arirang), Friday (Osteria Basilico – and half a bottle of wine), Saturday (J Sheekey Oyster Bar – and prosecco, wine and dessert wine) and Sunday (a friend’s place). Quite exhausting! On Thursday I went to see my tarot reader – I wanted to have a reading before I left – and after my reading we ended up chatting about all sorts of things, especially synchronicity (but more about that later)…
How have I felt this week in general? Tired. Cranky. Emotional. Too much to sort out before I go – and when I do have the time to sort things out over the weekend, I can’t be bothered. The thought of sorting out my cupboards makes me want to get into bed and pull the duvet over my head. I think I’m in as much denial as my friends/colleagues!
And how have I felt this week about my training/eating? I’ve struggled to get out of bed every morning this week and my attitude has varied from ‘bored’ to ‘kill me now’ (also how I’m feeling about work right now). But I’m still doing it – I think I’m just tired. Hopefully next week will be better!
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