Motivation for fatcats. The karma bites.
However, last night I was on the blower to Etheline and I was all, 'Oh, I don't know, I don't feel so bad after the 30k actually, no no my legs are fine, I was a bit stiff after my shower and my abs ached but really it was no big deal...'
I was at the gym earlier, as per advised, I skipped the rowing and concentrated on the weights. Now it was a mediocre sort of work out, to whit...
50 x knees to chest.
10x4x dumbell presses at 10k each
Usual 22k push press 10 x3.
60 pull ups on the grav 30k counterweight, split between over and under grip.
Felt fine, no great shakes, didn't feel I could have gone heavier but then I've been neglecting the weights slightly since it's closer to M day.
But to loosen my body up I thought I'd finish my lame assed work out with a mere 5k run.
Well fuck me.
By the time I was at 3k I had the weirdest aches and pains and twinges. I had a pain in the back of my ankle, not in a muscle or a tendon or anything serious like that, just a nondescript pain. My thighs ached, the crook of my right arm ached, my abs whinged, that knot in the middle of my shoulder muscles tightened.
I was never more glad to hit 5k in my life.
I walked another 2k to cool down just because and then hit the showers.
Like I say, I don't believe in karma, but every now and then, SOMETHING likes to give me a swift kick in the arse.
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