I’ve just uploaded a photo album to the jif website. There are 51 photos, and it took me hours to look through them, move them around, create the album and a title page thumbnail, work it into the website, and then upload the whole lot, using my time, equipment and bandwidth. I’d much rather be drinking beer in front of a good DVD, or (chance would be a fine thing) out training.
And people ask, “How hard could it be?” I’d ask, “How many other people put this much time into Jif?” I update the Jif website 52 weeks of the year. At the moment, the triathletes are subsidising JIf, as they pay for some of my time and equipment. It’s not right, is it?
As I get older I have less time.
I feel better now. This blogging lark is top therapy!
Don’t get me wrong. I’m chuffed that Andy gave me the photos for the website (content is king!), and thanks to his dad for taking them. But I’ve also got to put Lisa’s Ironman Austria photos up tonight, and it’s already gone 10pm. The missus is not impressed.
