Jiffy Bag Of Joy

I have a Garmin!
I shouted this from the rooftops yesterday, and now look forward to actually knowing how far and how fast I'm running, which is probably slower and less than I'd thought.
It was sent anonymously, but I sussed out it was the Taff man, and much standing outside waving my wrist at the sky followed.

All I did yesterday was eat, and some weights/resistance work. I'm about to get on my bike and go to work now and because of the clocks going back, it's going to get light on the way.
Back when I worked nights this was the worst night of the year. To re-live another hour in a Groundhog day kind of way was horrific, but now it means an extra hour in bed I'm all for it.

I have a very busy week ahead, very little time off, and I'm going to make this a well thought out plan that isn't mental at all. I think. I shall post it and everyone feel free to pass opinion on it.
I'm still not sure what qualifies as an easy or hard day, really. Is it a time or percentage thing? And I will plan meals, and supplements, and basically, everything.

And I'm also thinking of dialing it back a bit every fourth week, as I've been reading about that, and this is week 4 after all. I didn't like the idea of veering from the plan, but then this is the first of my two 10 week base periods, so the first should be easier than the second.

And I've been single for three and a half months, and saying 'no' wholesale, although in that time have only been asked for dates by scary or boring men or scarily boring, so not tempting.
One the other day -
'Do you want to come for a carvery?'
'Errmm, I don't eat meat.'
'Really? But you'll come for a carvery, right? You could eat roast potatoes. Carveries are the best.'

It was more than that that put me off, but it didn't help. And a couple more texts with the word 'carvery' in them followed. 

And so although this was going to be less personal blog, pah, that's no fun.
But there's no way I'll let ANYTHING interfere with my training.