Jogging in the rain

Today I wanted to go for a shoot around in the morning, either that or a jog, but it was dark and gloomy. When I did decide to get off my ass, it started raining, so I thought I'd go to the gym, but I drove to the Wick and Bra and both were closed.

I returned home, disappointed I hadn't done anything. I bummed around a bit before realising the rain was holding off. I had this real urge to do something physical. Part of me felt like I'd have forever before returning to work, but realistic me knew I'd only have about a week, so I needed to make the most of it.

I went out for a jog and did a lap. I reckon sometimes the beginning is the hardest part. A small part of me considered stopping, but once I got into the rhythm, everything was good. Towards the end I got a small stich but kept going, and it also started to rain lightly, but it felt good to have something cool land on my heated body.

I was quite proud of having done a lap.

I went home, had a shower before heading out to the gym. I walked to the Wick because I felt like it. I had found out from the net that it would open later. To my surprise, most shops were open in the shopping centre.

I did my knee exercises and then weights. I've decided to really try to push myself this week, if not for the sole reason that we'll be swimming at Ele's place on Friday and I want to be in good shape.

While I was doing weights, the following thought occurred to me and I thought about posting it as a status update on fb: I once came across a girl (Wendy) who, didn't judge me by my hard work through five years of uni, my willingness to push myself physically, my determination to go through surgery and rehab, but just by one number - my salary.

I also thought about Brain's will or drive. As much as I criticised him about his lack of will/drive, I must give him proprs for breaking through his own pain barrier. I figured if he vomited, then he must've broken the pain barrier. BUT, I am assuming that it was vomit. I'm still not sure, maybe he was just spitting.

After gym, I bought some bread, hash browns and chips before walking home. Some guy on a bike asked me for directions to the supermarket, and after I gave it to him I realised it was wrong. Fark.

I'm reading that book that Scope lent me. It's not as addictive as Kiyosaki, but it'll do. I'm really into investing now. I think it'd be hard to say I've lost my current credit card balance through gambling. It's been more than five months now. But the thing is, I really under-estimated the power of compound interest. It's like I make a payment, and then the interest and fees undo it. My shares portfolio will soon catch up to my credit card balance - wtf???