Well this week has certainly passed quickly. Conversely, I realised today just how much of the year has already been ripped from beneath my feet. We roll into April next week and I have yet to accomplish any of the targets I have set myself for 2009. In my defence, few were in the first half of the year, but still. The fact that I have achieved so little thus far concerns me. Hopefully I can use the surge of motivation this little realisation has created to get things moving again.
At least my physical training is going well. The injuries I managed to pick up earlier in the year have given me no trouble for about three weeks now, meaning I have been able to build up to running a 6 mile circuit every other day at a pretty decent pace. I have decided to stop rowing for the short term, and contrite on mountain biking and endurance trekking/climbing challenges. (One of my goals for this year is to get an adventure racing team together and to compete in a couple of events before the end of the year).
I have had my interest in science re-ignited over the last few days, particularly in regard to Genetic engineering and Synthetic Biology so expect an entry or two on In Pursuit of Progress within the next few days. I am currently fascinated by the idea of being able to extract DNA from one organism and isolate a specific gene; which allows for a specific trait (e.g. luminosity) and then transfer the gene into a fertilized egg of another organism, which will then adopt the new gene and grow to have the trait taken from the source organism. Although whenever I begin to think about this subject I continually find myself conjuring up images of an army of flying monkeys.
On a side note, I seem to have fallen back in to the habit of not sleeping properly. I thought I might be facing another bout of Insomnia, but realised it was more a case of putting off going to bed in favour of doing random things, which in all honestly are either pointless or could wait until the next day. I had a discussion about this with a colleague today who has similar issues. We came to the conclusion that we are the products of a 24hour society, and so should move to a 24hour city. Norwich doesn’t exactly do much after 6pm. Generic, idiot filled nightclubs aside.
Maybe I should follow in the words of the Wombat and move to New York, because I’ve got trouble with my sleep.
Goodnight readers.
Actually, it has just gone midnight. Good morning readers!
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