My training progress
last week's target: 85k, actual 34k
Posts in the last three days contain quotes from “Groundhog Day”.
Here’s a poem quoted in that movie.
ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And WINTER, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve,
And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live.
-Coleridge
Now THAT poem I can relate to.
This week will see me back in regular training, with a stressful time now behind me. I hope. I would not like a repeat of LAST week.
Well, I will try quoting from another popular movie tomorrow.
last week's target: 85k, actual 34k
this week’s target: 80k?
weight: 64kg and rising rapidly!
weight: 64kg and rising rapidly!
song of the week: All Because of You – U2
“I was born a child of grace..”A line from this U2 song is “An Intellectual Tortoise” What a great synonym for “slow learner”. I realise I am still learning after all these years; unlike much younger people who know everything and don’t hesitate to tell you so. In particular I am learning to postpone making important decisions until more facts are known, particularly if others are trying to rush you into it. It is OK to be an intellectual tortoise.
Posts in the last three days contain quotes from “Groundhog Day”.
Here’s a poem quoted in that movie.
ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And WINTER, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve,
And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live.
-Coleridge
Now THAT poem I can relate to.
This week will see me back in regular training, with a stressful time now behind me. I hope. I would not like a repeat of LAST week.
Well, I will try quoting from another popular movie tomorrow.