Day 5. Bored now.

Ah. Another beautiful day in Swansea and my muscles are healing nicely. Or at least they were.
I was in the office all day today which meant some serious stair action. My morning stairs nearly killed me again. I found myself walking on jelly legs from the top of the stairs, down the corridor and into the office. (Singing the Softmints 'Mr. Soft' tune off of the 80's all the way.) That was fun.
I sent out a mail shot to everyone I come into contact with through my job, alerting them to my mission, my Just Giving page and this pile of dribble. I had some very generous donations as a result! Thank you to those who sponsored me - your names are at the end of this blog! :O)
At lunchtime my lovely colleague (and bezzy mate) took the lift down to the ground floor, I took the stairs and I don't think I kept her waiting too long... Actually, I think that she should be taking the stairs with me. You know, for support like... ;O) 
So had a walk into town at lunchtime and bought myself a really special mixed salad from the market containing rice, pasta, egg, potato, olives, beetroot, peppers and various other nice salady type stuff and a pack of 3 mini tins of fruit salad for aaaafters.
You'll be glad to know that the 2nd trip up the 160 stairs was actually a little easier and I wasn't puffing and panting and feeling (as) sick at the top. I'm getting all fit n stuff! Yey!
So I ate my lovely salad (and I think I ate a prong off a plastic fork too - I had 4 prongs when I started eating and only 3 when I finished.... I never did find it and my plate was clean so I'm guessing it's in my belly somewhere...) and cracked open a tin of fruit salad. Seriously disappointing times - my tin of fruit salad was very quickly renamed a tin of chopped pears. Crunchy chopped pears at that. With one tiny chunk of peach or something. (I couldn't actually tell you what it was because it tasted like pear.) Don't get me wrong, I like pears but I wanted mixed fruit - you know, a cherry or 2, some grapes, pineapple.... you get the idea. But no. Just pears. Bummer.
About 3pm I needed to pop to the car, so I got up, walked to the lifts, pressed the button, stood there for about 3 seconds when I remembered that I am not using lifts until September! Dagnammit! I very nearly didn't go to the car. 3 times up and down those stairs today. 3 x 160 stairs.... This is going to kill me.
So Got home from work and unfortunately Kilvey Hill was NOT on fire tonight so there was no excuse not to walk it. (D'oh!) So me 'n' dog got on it. It was a painful slog all the way up to the radio masts (22 minutes) but the sun was shining and my music was loud so it was all gravy. I don't think dog was really feeling the love today, mind - she was dragging her paws and I had to keep stopping to let her catch up. At one point (the bottom of the steepest section of the hill) she stopped, looked at me as if to say "You're joking, right?! I'm knackered!" then turned around and started heading back to the car! Today it was like having a stroppy toddler in tow. I felt like I was saying "Come on, Mills!" like every 30 seconds! In fact I probably was. She perked up a bit on the way down though after she had had a little lie down in one of the streams to cool her belly. It can't be fun having a fur coat on in warm weather. Perhaps I should clip her...
We did it 1 hour and 4 minutes.
Now after eating a bacon and mushroom omelette and drinking a gallon of tea I'm gonna join the dog on the sofa and reward my good work with a bag of mini eggs. Shush! It's allowed!!
Big thank you to:
Anonymous (you know who you are!), Allan, Neil, Debs and Maynard - you guys ROCK! :OD x