I'm back and once again (not for the first time) I apologise for going missing for a few days. I have no legitimate excuse for not posting for 3 consecutive days so let me try a couple of illegitimate ones on for size.
Umm, let's see; I contracted a temporary and very rare medical condition where my arms were completely paralysed from the elbows down rendering me unable to type. Its referred to as 'Loarm 72 hour Paralysis Syndrome.
Or perhaps; On Saturday night I competed in and won Facebook's "International Bejeweled Blitz Championship" and I've just arrived home after a whirlwind 5 continent celebration tour.
Or even; After my recent history of bizarre behaviour (see the long walk post) I went for a bike ride after blogging on Saturday morning and 3 1/2 days later found myself in Sydney where I was got a puncture and was forced to catch a Virgin Blue flight home.
No... the reality is it's been a busy week and I've lacked the necessary inspiration and required energy to write some of my regular dribble for you good folk. But after a recharge and good lie down I'm back into the swing and ready to fill you all in with another thrilling instalment of the diary.
Oh yeah, before going any further let me welcome my to most recent followers, number 16 & 17. Thanks for signing on to the journey its a pleasure to have you on board and its gets me 2 people closer to my goal of 1 million followers by year end, wow it seems so close now.
Well, its been a big week so far, as I said on Saturday I planned to reward myself with a pub dinner and a few beers. Well I did and then some. Add in a big cooked breakfast, a take-away lunch and a Sunday afternoon at the pictures with required movie snacks and the weekend gorge-fest was complete. Suffice to say I've spent the next three days watching my diet like a hawk and exercising like a maniac to undo the damage. It's all good though, I think despite the serious lack of judgement shown on the weekend I should manage to at least maintain last weekend's weigh-in or even better, lock in some sort of loss.
Some of my lycra-clad loyal readers will be pleased to hear I'm beginning to embrace the joyous pastime of cycling. I've now completed a couple of weekend group rides and this week have ridden to Uni and back twice including a marathon effort today. I decided after a 12pm finish, I had the time to extend my 47 minute journey home to get a few more miles into the legs. When it was all said and done the ride home had taken me 2 1/4 hours and taken me from Kelvin Grove to the city, on to Toowong, around to St Lucia, over the green bridge and through Fairfield and Highgate Hill to Southbank. I then travelled over the river through the city back to the Royal Brisbane Hospital and back onto the bike-way and home to The Gap. I have no idea how far but if you add in the morning commute then I did over 3 hours on the treadly for the day and really enjoyed it.
I had an audition for a community radio gig tonight that went pretty well so I'm hoping to be on air at 4RPH within a fortnight or so. It's just another step in my grand plan to create my own media empire by the time I turn 750. Geeze, I hope they find some fountain of youth medical breakthrough soon or I may be in trouble. I continue to work for the Brisbane Broncos on match day and I'm beginning to network with some media types so lets hope one of them leads to a job somewhere. I've had a few more yarns published in the Courier Mail in the last week which is nice as it keeps my name in the mix for a job there sooner or later.
All in all, I'm travelling pretty well considering my flashback weekend, so I can only hope that the scales are kind to me on Saturday. I'm heading back to the basketball stadium tomorrow afternoon to shoot a few hoops. I find it a really enjoyable and tough workout, heaps more interesting than a stationary exercise bike or punching bag, but I try to mix up all the methods so I don't get bored with one or another.
Okey dokey, it's late and I'm stuffed (mostly my quads) so I'm off to dream a little dream (think I'll dial up the one where I dominated the 1995 Second Semi for Richmond, kicking my 7th goal with a left foot banana after the siren to win the match). Yeah that sounds good.
Nighty Night,
P
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