Recruiter says no ...

Been an odd sort of week, time has flown yet stayed still at the same moment. I am sure young Mr Einstein will have an equation to calculate for that something along the lines of T=H-Tr+CB*

Still applying for jobs, but almost at double figures with my rejections, which i class as success. I think they are just playing hard to get. I reckon a couple of weeks stalking their offices, writing them love poems which I will sellotape to the CEO's car and creating the head of HR their own C90 mix tape and I should be good for at least second interview with them. Cheeky cheeky monkeys... I know their game ...

So this week has seen a few notable achievements in the world of wobbling Will. Last week I started to use my bike in anger. It was a mild sort slightly pissed off ness to be honest, like the realization that you have put the suspension bolt in the wrong way when you have spent 30 minutes putting it back together and will now have to disassemble it again, but without the 10 second thought of does it really matter?.

Luckily Scotland is awesomely flat and very very smooth, so I have been enjoying the path round the nearby lake (or as the ginger indigenous people call it a Lock).

Brilliantly for a nation that cant even install a tram system, the path round the lake doesn't actually go round the lake, but stops halfway.  In a couple of years apparently they might get round to finishing it. Really then a there and back ride, about 25km in total.

That has been attempted and conquered a few times, with a few blue bits on the way(man I didnt know wind was made that cold)

Just in case I am ever famous and you want a small anecdote about me to use at parties, I bought my bike from Perth Bike Station. They take bikes from the tip and refurbish and flog them on (that isnt the anecdote fact fans).

In their shop they had a Raleigh Activator the first bike I ever bought with my money earnt bell ringing way back in. If that isnt enough they had Grifters and also a Street wolf in stock!



Sadly none of these fitted my needs, so I now have a slightly rubbishy 15 speed MTB which more than suits my needs.

Step one of sprint triathlon complete - I can cycle the distance, outdoors and not die. Yes I may be slow, have a sore undercarriage and I am definitely not stylish but complete none the less (unlike trams or paths in scotland)

Step two has been to get more time in at the gym and today I completed my first 5km in 36 minutes. Again not very quick with some small bit of walking but a tick in the can do without dying spreadsheet.

My next aim is to sign up to Park Run and try it out doors. In the cold.... bits of me turn blue just thinking about it...

*Time = Happiness - Tears + Chocolate Biscuits

..and we are back

Welcome back to the wonderful world of wobbly Will...

So been a few months since I have updated this, the last time was in 35 degree warmth in Cambodia. Now I am sitting in 14 degree Scotland. How the mighty have fallen :-)

A quick recap for those not paying attention. Man gets fat, gets fed up of being fat, puts down his chocolate biscuit*, decides to do something about it, decides that it can wait until after the chocolate biscuit, then reads a book, decides he is a fell runner, realizes that physics have objected to him taking that path, has another chocolate biscuit, starts running.

The inital plan was to do a 5k run then move on to half marathons. Easy.. .of course. Apart from running is boring. And I am not very good at it so far.

Then I had a new flash of inspiration brought to me by Mel C. Now it isn't the first time she has featured in my thoughts (No.2 after Baby for those who wanted to know) but she was shown doing something called a sprint triathlon.

I have always fancied doing a triathlon but quite frankly they would take me too far away from the biscuit jar and I wouldnt be home for Neighbours** so I ignored them. They are better left to super humans like Wendy, Lawrence and Simon to do.

They are around 750m swim, 20k bike and then 5k run. These Sprint ones though are shorter and more importantly mean I wouldnt have to miss match of the day training.

So that was it, my new target is a Sprint triathalon for March time.

With renew vigour I put down the biscuit and joined the gym. It hurts but it is nice.

In the last 6 weeks I have gone from thinking that 30 minutes is a good workout to being disappointed if I dont do over an hour of cardio. I have also lost about 8 kgs (which is nice). I have bought a bike, cycled 25km on it, froze to death with the brisk scottish breeze and now have a sore unercarriage(very tender)

So that is up to date. Bet you are wondering if you can invent a time machine and get those last 2 minutes back of your life spent reading this rubbish. :-)

*Rich tea biscuits name has been changed to protect the innocent
** Other generic addictive rubbish programme are available