A bit of a grotty weekend.
Head and chest full of gunge.
Strange thing is though, I went out fo a 19 mile run yesterday, with Ian, and felt fine. Well, I say "fine", but in reality my heart rate was way too high for the sort of effort I was putting in and I think I somehow managed to expell my own body weight in snot and phlegm. Other than that though I felt OK.
Today? Well, today I woke thinking I would head off on my own for another 19. ....
By the time I'd had breakfast the target was down to 15.......
By the time I'd got changed and went out it was down to about 13.....
By the time I'd got about 4.5 mile into it, I thought "feck this"........
Sat about the rest of today feeling grotty and sorry for myself.
Still, it's given me a bit of time to catch up on some reading and listening to some new [to me] jazz.
Better this weekend than next though.... as well as it being a holiday weekend I'm down for the Stirling 10k.
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You know, every week there's a holiday. It's called Cozy Sunday. It's great because it happens every week! A perfect day to have reduced goals, preferably spending as much of the day possible in pajamas.
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