Goodness, it’s a week since I last blogged and a lot has happened. Well, some things, nothing too major.
In the first instance, I’ve basically been working solidly since the last post. I foolishly took a day to work through my accounts and so am now about two weeks behind with everything. How does that happen? Well, there was already a lot to do and the things that I did to try and pin them down and finish the projects didn’t seem to do the trick. So suddenly, I’ve still got a mountain of stuff to do.
Too many 2am bed times and early rises over the past week. It’ll pass, but it can’t come soon enough.
One fun thing, amongst all the various projects has been the excuse to play with some Docker containers. I’ve got a few sites that run on an old server which I want to rebuild sometime soon. In migrating them off it seemed like a good opportunity to stick them into containers and run them independently. Plus it would help enormously with a couple of the coding projects that we’re workign on. So today I’ve been playing with that. Great fun it is too, and you get the feeling that we’ve been so close to it over the past decade with all the virtualization techniques that it’s amazing it didn’t come about sooner.
Like most of these things, the chances are that a version of something like this has been kicking around for years, but it’s only now that it’s gained traction. That’s an uneducated guess, btw.
I’ll write more in a few days when I’ve got a few sites and applications running in it. The migration has started ok, though, with five different applications/sites moved into their own containers and ticking away merrily on a cheap old digital ocean vps.
In terms of the running, I’ve been out a few times. I did the parkrun route once more and then did some weights. Didn’t get a chance to do any running last Friday or Saturday because of work / London / weather / work, but did get a chance to see Arcade Fire at Earls Court. They put on a fantastic show, but I’m still trying to work out why they brought Ian McCulloch on stage – except that it’s a nice thing for them to do and a day out to London for him.
Running on Sunday was hard work. I tried to keep going over a 5k distance, but I had to slow down to a walk far too many times for my liking. I decided that I needed to wind back the training a bit, and so today I did a more structured run/walk session on the treadmill which seemed to go ok.
The intention was that it would make me build up my confidence again – as I’ve spent the last few runs just thinking that I couldn’t do it and that I was a fool for even thinking that I could try. The exercise today was fine, I felt ok while doing it and so had an initial rush of enthusiasm and a sense that, yes, I could get better again – albeit slowly.
That passed quickly, and as the evening wore on, all the doubts were hammering away again. I feel like I’m getting much worse while others are plugging on and getting better, and to be honest, it all seems a bit insurmountable. I had to go to ASDA on the way home to get some groceries and I just wanted to get some beer and/or chocolate and/or a big old bag of Doritos or something. I didn’t get any, and I’m sure that the feeling about the running will pass, but I probably need to put myself in a position where I’m getting more motivational feedback. The running alone thing is a double-edged sword.
I really don’t want to be involved in a running club – especially as my experience from a couple of weeks ago at parkrun reminded me of the “you’re obviously not one of us” mentality of some of them. I’m not feeling that motivated about parkrun on Saturday either. The idea of rolling in right at the back, exhausted and hating myself is not something that I am looking forward to. So I’m not sure. Perhaps it’ll all look better after a sleep. Any sleep would be good, as it’s 1am now and it looks like I’ll have to be up early. Tomorrow will be better, I’m sure.