98. Just when you thought it was safe...

One minute you are happily pottering along on your boat, and then the next a great big fucking shark pops up and decides to eat the damn thing. It has not been a good two weeks. Not a good two weeks at all. First my son gets Covid. Hugely stressful as i had to home school him while trying to run my own business. Then my nice shiny new car gets hit and the shitmonkey who did it, did so in the car park and didn't even leave me their details! Then followed an extremely distressing family crisis that has sucked everyone into it and will be ongoing for at least the next 6-12 months.

All of which was immediately followed by my wife getting Covid... then my daughter, who is in a race against time to be clear of it before her non-refundable school trip to Iceland.

And then, of course, I contracted Covid... Which will set me back a couple of weeks in my progress all told. Then I had some tough and very important deals go wrong.

A big fucking shark decided it was going to chew the shit out of my life for a few weeks, basically.

My Patience has worn very thin right now. While I like to stay positive and philosophical, I can't help but want to smash something. The thing is most of the challenges that have come and shit on my lawn are the makings of other people... but to which I end up paying for. I am less than impressed.

This too shall pass though. I will simply accept the setbacks; learn what I can from them; do what I can to insulate myself from other people dragging me down; and put one foot in front of the other to move forward again. Not much else I can do other than ride it out. It does get tiring though having to clean up other people's mess. It's all I seem to be doing of late. What I do know is I need to get over this illness quickly, and get back to training again. The clock is ticking with only 8 weeks until I run my 50km and 12 weeks until the 100k. When I set my plan out I knew there would be times where it wouldn't go so smoothly. This is one of those times. Time to pick myself up again, and punch that shark on the nose.