Non cool runnings

Well, it's been a mildly disastrous few days in the quest to become a fitter, healthier and more productive person. I ran on Monday night, then I ran on Wednesday night for about 30 minutes, which was enjoyable (and it rained a bit at the end so I felt ever so righteous on the way home). And then Thursday was a fairly terrible day at work, which resulted in a necessary trip to the pub to make up for the hideousness of the previous eight hours, during which I consumed a fair amount of rose wine and numerous roll ups. So no running on Thursday night. And then an even worse day followed on Friday; work was no improvement, so, a lager shandy was in order, which inevitably led to a few shandies, followed by more beer, more fags, dancing around like loons to terrible music and missing the last train home. So no running on Friday night (and hungover to boot on Saturday morning at work). So, as I write you, dear diary tool, and acknowledge my failures - I refuse to weigh myself today, too depressing - I am sorely aware that I need to improve my game and get out, tomorrow and run, even if it's raining. Which it will be. Rain and guilt may not make great companions. And I've just eaten a Magnum...