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Over the last four weeks, life’s been a strange convoluted version of itself. No working out, hardly any bike riding, very little posting … horrible, horrible stuff!

From today, it’s all back on - well, the bike riding and the posting anyway. Even though I’m tempted by the idea of just a few dumbbell presses, I’m trying to apply the same rules I’d be making my clients live by to myself. So no dumbbell presses. Yet.

And to mark my return to the normal world, I’ve signed up for nanowrimo … because running a business, being a single parent and every other thing just isn’t enough … I’m going to write a novel as well. What I love is the idea you’re not allowed to edit during November - that’s for December. So let’s see how it goes … plus the idea of writing part of said novel in the tropics of Bali … how can it be a bad thing?

Ran 2.5k’s this morning with a little help from Limp Bizkit on my iPod. Until I can lift weights again, I’m going to turn myself into a cardio machine. Or that’s the theory, anyway. I also did a huge ab workout, since I usually manage to find some excuse not to do that part of my training.

Today I’m loving: toss up between Limp Bizkit and the new pedals on my Kona. I’ve got room for both today!

After two weeks of swanning around with my hand either swathed in a bandage or delightful skin coloured splint, I’ve finally recovered enough to dispose of any type of wrist support. My wonderful osteopath has done a brilliant job manipulating my joint back to normalcy, and although I can’t quite sling around a twenty five kilogram plate the way I used to, I can write without looking like I’m using a hand belonging to a mannequin, and carry an average sized paperback book without wincing. I call that success.

Any routine I might have had has gone right out the window, any kind of posting regime gone, cooking, cleaning - even writing appointments in my diary has just become totally impossible to keep up with. Which resulted in a little stress while filling in my timesheet for work, but hey, I’ve been injured, dammit.

Adding to the domestic upheaval is the arrival of a guy on the scene (my scene?) - previously mentioned here as the guy from the bikeshop - and the feelings of my eight year old daughter about any kind of relationship not exclusively involving her and me. Her words? “I feel like there’s a love triangle, and I’m not included”. That was before any kind of dating action had even happened. But last night I made him dinner, so I guess things must be progressing. It’s strange, but kind of nice, and I’m trying hard not to expect/think too much.

The coming week involves getting the pedals on my new bike changed over, since I’ve decided I can’t quite come to terms with learning to ride with clips so soon after hurting my wrist, running, and getting my diet back on track after not being able to chop anything, or cook properly.

But now it’s time to take pizza out of the oven, and then read my new discount Thomas Harris book, probably scaring myself stupid before going to bed. What could be better?

Today I’m loving: Bali - only three weeks away!

If you’ve read any of my recent posts, you probably know about my bike accident. Initially, it all seemed super done with, I was fine … thank you universe.

But as I’m discovering, first impressions aren’t always accurate, and almost three weeks later, I’m typing with a splint on my wrist, after having x-rays (apparently it’s not fractured), and if hasn’t improved in a week, an MRI is on the cards.

Yesterday was my absolute lowest moment, as I cancelled all my afternoon sessions, and begged more than one doctor for pain relief. No cigar. Or codeine, which I would’ve preferred.

So life as I knew it is on hold for a while. I can’t really ride my bike properly, pick anything up with my right hand, or clean my teeth satisfactorily. But I’ve made a killer running mix for my iPod, and I’m going to work my frustration out tomorrow afternoon, since I have a gap between clients. I can really feel the difference in my mood and ability to cope (in a negative sense) since being unable to exercise the way I usually do.

But on the good side, I have my third date with a cute guy tomorrow night, and I’m looking to pick up a pair of Adidas shell toes in the afternoon, so it must be getting serious.

Today I’m loving: my splint - although ugly, it’s making my hand so much more comfortable. Now if I could only dye it black!