It's a lovely cool morning, and I'm enjoying the bike ride into work. I arrive unfashionably late, feeling a bit tired, and get stuck into some nitty-gritty. Days at work are often fun. I work with a team of ten fabulous women and one man. I'm supposed to be a manager, although I'm sure they manage me, and we prepare wills for people. Morbid? No, not at all.
The important bits about management are pretty easy to learn: you have to remember that nobody really has to come to work, or help you in any way, and that you should write a message on your hand which says "make time talk to people". It's miles more interesting than just telling people what you want them to do. They soon stop doing it anyway, so best to find out what they'd like to do and try to fit that into a vague plan. Of course, sometimes people just look irritated when you want to talk to them, which might well mean they're trying to get on with some work, so best leave well alone if that happens.
Today, making the effort, I find out that Kim can't trust herself to go shopping on her own because of all the dizzy spells she's been having. Kim is funny, clever, great company and an all-round good person to have on your team. It seems especially unfair that whilst I'm allowed to go prancing about all over the Lakes District in a pair of underpants and a vest whenever it takes my fancy, she feels unable to get to M&S unaccompanied. I ought to do something about it.
Of course, I haven't really thought of anything sensible before I'm back on the bike and on my way home. I'm going to go to the interval session tonight because I feel like I need sharpening up, but I'm not at all sure that my body is in the mood.
As it turns out, it is more than in the mood, and surprises me by getting all fed up and sulky about rinning at 4min/K pace on the first 4 minute interval along the Whitegate Way, and then continues to argue with my head until I'm at 3:30/K pace. As I'm enjoying it so much and not feeling in the least bit tired my head gives in for a bit, in fact until the very last interval, when it reigns body in a little and leaves something for tomorrow. I can't remember enjoying a session more than this one, and I'm beginning to think that all the heave-ho and slow going of the OCT day is beginning to pay me a dividend.
Tomorrow's objectives are simple: meet up with Helen for a mid-week miles run after work, by when I sincerely hope that I will have suggested something worthwhile to Kim.
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