Bad Times

Well, the past while has been somewhat of a disaster. Between the hastle of trying to find a place to live in Cork and failing, going to Cork periodically, moving stuff from Dublin and a host of other things, including not having enough half decent gear to cycle in, I've done exactly nothing since cleaning my rifles last week.

I can feel all my hard work slipping away, hard work which I know isn't going to be easy to build back up again after Christmas. I'm thinking that going to Germany is going to be filled with plenty of running and cycling, if for no other reason than I've done so little here over the last while.

I'm tempted to brave the looks I'll get from my parents and bring the bike home over Christmas for some flatish spins in Roscommon, just to ease me back into it again. Since my leggings and UnderArmour top aren't going to be used for shooting for a while I may as well give them some use... I shall has to see about that. Either way, I'm not sure what I'll do with the bike when I'm in Germany, and I don't want to lose it after all this time either.

So, I'l try to get some training in, if only basic stuff. But don't judge me if I don't. It is Christmas, after all. Or at least it is according to the shops...