Lunchtime. Have eaten routine sandwich, fruit and drink at desk after a morning of peering at endless spreadsheets and templates and planning documents for the project I am advising on.
Tedious stuff. Sorry, did I say that? I meant riveting, yes, absolutely f*cking riveting, tie-me-down-I-am-jumping-out-of-my-seat riveting if you know what I mean. Not.
Goodness, how many ways can you re-invent a wheel/skin a cat/flog a dead horse? Let me see....
Okay, so it's all down to 'process' and 'due diligence', and for that I cannot fault my client's system. Ultimately it is when such items come to the fore and they have not been dealt with appropriately that you get your a*se kicked. Big time.
But - my goodness - the volume of repetitive paperwork! No wonder so many people are employed in these organisations: you need to justify the reading and writing required! It's a good thing they are firm believers (and practitioners) of recycling, otherwise I fear the deforestation of Borneo and the Amazon would be on even more shaky ground.
So, whilst I am whittling away the hours at work, trying to figure out which process takes priority over what paperwork and how to pull together a comprehensive recommendation to the board that will make sense even to the lay men/women amongst them (and yes, I do have a deadline, just in case you were wondering), my training partner, the lovely BB, is off swimming as we get cracking with our triathlon training.
Or rather, she does.
I have got as far as buying a) new goggles, b) new swimming cap, c) new sports bra (shock absorber, as is 'I am in shock and you are absorbing it'), d) new running pants.
What I desperately need though is a pair of padded cycling shorts, as the gym session on Tuesday evening left me, well, a bit sore.
Like the title says, nothing like procrastination to get you thinking about what is stopping you from training harder.