Its been an unforgettable weekend. I say this because I forget what i did. I worked late on Friday. I dunno what it is about Friday evenings but it has this appeal for me - I tend to really relax. It might be because the weekend is looming and I know it. I'm there in the office all by myself, writing code, with the space all to myself (and I only stay late on fridays, now to think about it). I can hear the pub downstairs, the restaurants and the guests all busily enjoying their evenings and thats when I realise that so am I or do will I, but in a different way, kinda Zen, isn't it? I tend to enjoy this last hour on a Fridays before my ran back home the most. I guess its because no ones there and everything i want to do from that point on will be entirely mine…and my the silence, I guess my psyche recognizes that.This is how my weekend starts and I love it. Then I get ready for my run home...

When I did get out of the office, the whispers of the corridors welcomed me, i hear only my footsteps. That's a good thing because if I heard anyone else's that'd spook me out! I found that I left my heart rate monitor chest-strap on the table in the living room at home, because It wasn't in my backpack when I looked for it Doh!.I must have forgotten to pack it. When I did get home, it was staring at me... Anyway, So I couldn't track my heart. I figured that that was OK - its not that important. It wasn't. I ran really well, I listened to my body and paced it all the way though to Waterloo. br/I passed a cello player under a bridge who had some people watching him, a guitarist on South bank(who also had some admirers), a beggar and his dog(his only admirer) and many people walking by night, mostly lovers - The Thames at night does have an allure. The mighty Thames on my right watched me as I ran though the streets and I felt all that was the evening around me-my evening. I was free, similar to the last hours, only this was dynamic, like flying, my eyes seeing colours, lights, people, buildings, trees- my legs became numb and ran and ran and ran and I looked at everything. It was a good run. I ran well. I decided to put on my running shorts that night and not my running longs. Its slightly warmer now in the evening, not that its any lighter at 10pm(Friday) at night when I run but It feels different running in shorts, sort of lighter more, airy. My GPS registered a 6.7 Km run. Anything over 5Km is great. 6.7 is fantastic. I even ran up to the steps, right past the London Eye, where I normally end.

I went to the Gym on Saturday, Did my regular 30 mins. That is, 1000 meters on the rowing machine, 3 sets of 15 biceps/back pull downs, 3 sets of 15 chest flys, 3x15 wood chops and I got about 3x30 sits up in but was really cramping around 80 reps - got to not use back but only abs in this exercise. I had a shower and dinner at the Gym, Strawberry protein Shake, which I've come to really like - even when I don't need it(and I don't need it). Went home, watched a movie. It was called The Guardian and was about the US coast guard's rescue swimmers. Then I went to bed. I registered 120% sleep today, thats 9hours and 38 minutes apparently. It was a glorious today, the sun was out and I decided to wear a short sleeve t-shirt and it was really comfortable. I went for a walk. I got some mouth wash at boots. I've been looking for this particular kind that my dentist advised but couldn't find it, so I settled for the regular kind. That and a new game, "Dishonoured", which I started playing when I got home. I relaxed mostly. Thats what weekends are for anyway, right?

I was just thinking, wouldn't it be terrible if we all died in the tube, say if the tunnel collapsed! I wonder if that's ever happened? We must be like 10 meters underground...we'd have no chance. I didn't have breakfast this morning. That's not good. I did have two slices if Rye bread before heading out. Suppose that's something, right. Apparently because it starts of the body's metabolism, it's most possibly the most important meal if the day. Drat. I'll have to buy breakfast when I get to Liverpool street, maybe a tuna-melt- I like those in the morning. Another thing I was thinking: I wish I had my own swimming pool, one that I didn't have to share and I could swim proper lengths in. That'll also help my acquisition of this special swim watch I've had my eye on but cannot justify unless I find a pool that I can use everyday without interruption. I like that watch. I need a pool. Or maybe I just don't need the watch. No, I need the pool...

I have another question. Do you give your seat to children? Why? They can stand, can't they? Interesting.

I think today's gonna be a good day. br/br/That was a good day and that was yesterday. Yesterday was also notable for one other thing. I ran all the way to Waterloo only to find I was missing my wallet. I walked back the entire journey only to find it on my table in the office after my journey. What relief!

Woke up this morning to hear about a bombing in Boston, at a marathon no less. Holy moley wonder how many runners that will deter from running such marathons. I imagination takes off...I can picture some sort of pre-apocalyptic society where fanatic factions are against one another and just blowing each other up, at public gatherings, like marathons, galleries, concerts etc. and it spirals into full blown war. In all seriousness, lets hope that never happens...that a real downer, isn't it?