Great expectations

I’ve never read this classic piece of literature but I’m going to have a stab in the dark... given that it is set in the late 1800s...I’m guessing there is some class struggle to rise above and that there of course has to be a great love (to maintain reader interest) which has great expectations for the one willing to be loved, only to fall somewhere short, though I’m sure a fairytale ending occurs making the reader somewhat happy to walk away and go back to their own humdrum life...

Anyway Great Expectations, it is to be theme of the week.

Some musings from me in this area... Better start with the exercise first, as after all that is supposed to be the point of the blog. I feel like this whole journey has been one Great big Expectation. Last week I felt like I hit the bottom pit of impossibility when I finished my Sunday effort, realising just how much more the race will still take. But today I’m back to raising expectations, shaving more time off and finishing up feeling better than last week.

So this week brings a variety of Great Expectations...

With only four weeks really left to make a difference, I’m going to aim for an 80-90km run with a 16km run follow up. And that is just the finishing point of the week.

The alcohol ban continues... Week 2. OK I have one slight confession... I had a cheeky sip on Saturday night, but it would have been very rude not to – a friend’s bar opening. 

Last uni assignment for the year looms, ahh damn those self-expectations. 

Most nerve rackingly great expectations to make amends for previously mentioned failures that recently tested my resilience. 

The great thing about great exercise expectations is that you, as in me in this scenario, can actually do something about it. Where the expectation is self-appointed it also means the failure to meet that expectation can provide for some healthy self-berating – where ultimately you are the one you are accountable to anyway. 

The area that is probably harder and much more difficult to navigate are the great expectation of others. I made a concerted effort over the last year to expect less of others, to appreciate what they can ‘bring’. I think I’ve let this slip lately and it only ends up in self-hurt ultimately. 

So to finish off this was an unexpected delight when I returned to my car today.  See no expectations and I was easily lifted to the heights of delight through the simple action of a thoughtful Powerade!