Oh my God; I never would have considered myself a person to use text abbreviations, but OMG! You recall the fundraising pledge to mailshot the village high street? One of many pie-in-the-sky straws being clutched at to raise some money. I went into it without much hope of result; sure that my leaflets would be consigned to the same fate as those made by pizza stores, ppi insurance companies and the local leaflet delivery agency. If nothing else, the delivery process itself was a trip down memory lane, it felt just like the paper-round I did in my teens (the only difference being that I actually delivered the mailshot!); however I was in constant fear of rottweilers, and occupants storming out, looking me straight in the eye and with evil smile ripping my carefully written note into shreds, chucking them into my face (overactive paranoid imagination?.....who me?!!).
Happily, none of that happened; nevertheless my expectations were along the line of the cupboard belonging to Old Mother Hubbard. No way was the totaliser going to go up by so much as a bone. But as I have asked previously, do I dare? or do I not bother for fear of something being an abject failure? I dared, and blow me if the dare has not been worth it. First of all 'fella who helps with deliveries at the Chinese takeaway next door who I think may be married to one of the employees and not only that I discovered had a quadruple heart bypass' (don't think that's his real name) pledged a fiver; then, last thing at night I bob onto the justgiving site and there was another donation, this time a tenner from Kath and Richard down the road. Who the hell are Kath and Richard?! which direction down the road are they?!! (I have no idea, and left I think!) but right now they are my best friends and are welcome to pop round for a pot of tea, coffee or something stronger any time they like!
I'm going to be delivering a few more leaflets after the gym tomorrow, but whatever happens now I don't care; as far as I'm concerned thanks to fella-at-Chinese and my future bridesmaid and best man K and R (my pet names for them) respectively this venture has already been a success. So this post is dedicated to them; thank you so very much. You have made a man slightly disillusioned in people into a believer that if you look a little, the ones who reach out and do good for others still exist. The thought of that will be worth a few miles on Sunday.
I've got that 'left the gas on' feeling; what am I forgetting?!! Come on brain.......there's something else
isn't there.......what is iiiiiiiiiiit?!! Oh aye; the Weigh in! Well, officially neither a gainer nor a loser be I; still 15 stone 10 pounds and happy to be so. Unofficially I have actually lost 0.2 pounds (9.8 as opposed to 10 then); so I am afforded at least a smug smile. Considering the distraction of the impending run, this is fine by me. It has very much been a case of preparing for Sunday whilst leaving the diet to take care of itself and hoping for the best. Been a good boy, but had a naughty Chinese tonight (left it until 9pm before contemplating what to eat; not good), so that along with the high-carb diet my marathon book has instructed me to go on for the next few days might lead to a tricky one next Tuesday. What could be even more tricky is the fact that I am going to have a bit of a week off next week; nary a chip has passed my lips these last six months, but I think it might well be time. There could be some damage repair required a few weigh-ins from now!!!
More tomorrow........
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