I had another weigh in today. Somehow, given the events of the last week: a 30th birthday (not mine), a funeral (not mine, read about that here...), and a significant amount of wine, cheat meals, and general lack of discipline - I've still managed to lose weight - another kilogram and a bit since the last time.
I'm still yet to beat my 2KM time from previously published best - with diet now taking more of a front seat against training, given the crazy whirlwind that the last few weeks have been.
In addition, I have to travel for work next week for three days, which interrupts my "getting back into it rhythm". With luck, I should be able to train on Monday night, after saying hi to 
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I set myself an interesting game today, using the rowing machine, and a 200 metre interval. Every 200 metres gifted me a 30second rest, before I went at it again. I'd keep going until my time slipped over a minute. I got seven intervals in, before my trainer came to distract me, with mundane tasks such as squats, burpees, and other bits of functional training, such as TRX push ups - which I'll be feeling tomorrow.
At least I have a remedial massage tomorrow to undo all the damage.
Then, when I jump on a cramped plane on Monday morning, the damage will be dealt right back at my body.
It's just the human condition, right?
I'm pain free, at least - and there was even moments of overwhelming euphoria during this evening's exercise period. I'm not sure if that's because I experienced several near death experiences, or a healthy cocktail of endorphins and dopamine were triggered by the physical activity.
In any case, I'm still on the tracks, even though the last fortnight has been a complete trainwreck.