Time, she flexes like a whore... etc as David Bowie famously sang on Aladdin Sane. The second line is too rude for this blog. I mean, someone might read it one day. It's one of my favourite albums, not because of any specific song, but because of the overall quality of the songs. Can't remember now if I pinched it from my sister or bought it myself, but I'm thinking I borrowed it from her, forgetting to give it her back. The same went for a few singles I didn't think she deserved to own and which I have still got (for safe keeping you understand).
But to get back to time... The thing that I have noticed is that the less of it you have, the more you get done. Which doesn't make sense on the face of it, but in reality it's definitely true. e.g. if I have a weekend with nothing specifically planned except a few small errands, I will simply mooch about, surf the web looking for nothing in particular, pass untidy rooms by without glancing at them, stare out of the window at a garden that needs weeding/forking over/pruning and do nothing. But, on the other hand, if I have a weekend planned full of specific jobs, I seem to see loads of extra things to do and get frustrated that I can't fit them in. It must be purely phsycological and obviously a weakness on my part not being able to plan my life.
Anyway, I had a short time to fill last night before dinner, so 45 mins or so on the rollers filled that. (If I had had longer, I probably wouldn't have done anything!). Another sweaty session, and I tried out my new instagram link to Strava where Strava automatically checks for instagram pics taken at the same time/location and links them to the ride. I took a few poor shots of myself, uploaded as prescribed, but Strava either didn't put 2 and 2 together properly, or it didn't find location data because it was a 'stationery trainer' and therefore no GPS data was logged, so failed. Never mind, I'll try when I'm out and about next time.
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