motivation for fatcats and possibly for chumlies of Fatcats!
Monday- too much work.
Tuesday- still too much work but fitted in a 15 k run. This run was light and easy and I could easily have tagged another 5k on to the end of it I felt THAT good coming down the road I was on. I didn't of course, but boy I coulda. This happens to me now and again, the runs are easy from start to finish, but it is such rare occurrence that I feel it bears mentioning.
Wednesday- 10k on the rowing machine time 52: 26. Which is faster than I can run 10k, go figure!
30k lat and bicep pull downs, 3s ets of ten each, walked home 4k.
Thursday- ran a rather poor 18k, I got lost, muscles and back sore from the previous day.
Friday- yeah I went to see a band last night, I wouldn't call it exercise but I tapped my foot a lot.
Tomorrow I"m running a 5 miler in the par with some chaps in the park.
Naturally this negates me misbehaving for another night. But I had three pints of beer last night at the gig. Now normally that would be nothing to a gal like me. But I gotta tell ya. I feel like the bigger of the cats shit in my mouth this morning. If THIS is what giving up alcohol for the best part of two months does to a person I will have to reconsider it.