Here's Mel C last night.
I bought dinner last night before the talk; it was one of those occasions when we are given a time when he doors will open, and they don't open on time, and we're left wondering exactly what is happening.
When we got in, and things got going, it was quite enjoyable. Just watching some of the other people was interesting, so a man was filming the whole event (it seemed) and another man arrived a bit late, and seemed like a gay Mr. Bean, the way he laid out all his stuff before he sat down, and then came back from the toilets, looking like he was unsure of whether he was in the correct seat.
Mel C was interesting to listen to, and I enjoyed her anecdotes, like having to pretend to be sick one evening, and then missing out on meeting the Rolling Stones.
I tried writing out a few mindfulness quotes at work yesterday.
So, I have no plans for today; I'm just taking things as they come, trying to chill out a bit and do Stags admin (it seems that we have another walk through Forster Country coming up), trying not to feel too rubbish when I realise that I overlooked an e-mail a few days ago because I was probably preoccupied when it got sent, and it didn't really register with me.
Come on, people, I'm only human; I'm not perfect.
So much stuff feels like a stinging criticism to me when it comes through the e-mail.
On Strava, I have completed the Champs Run Club 'Win Better' and Continue Your Comeback challenges. I've logged 5 hours and 48 minutes for Sur Week of Greatness.