Motivation for fatcats and possibly fatcat chumlies.
Anyway, here is the week that was, I have a long run planned for tomorrow-assuming I don't break between then and now. Is apricot jam mixed with butter on toast really that vile? The paramour seems to think so. Strange man.
Sunday, hangover free I decided to set myself a little challenge, so I ran 10 miles, all along the coast road from Fairview to Sutton cross and back, I wasn't trying to break any speed limits, indeed I was only trying for distance and I stopped in Sutton to have an ice pop before the return leg. It was sunny, people were smiling and even though I was throughly banjaxed by the time I got back to the car-really I almost wept with relief when I saw it- it was totally worth it. Although my sun factor sweated off and I had a ridiculously pink nose by the end of it.
Monday, not a whole lot, although I mowed the cursed lawns AND Hoovered. I hate Hoovering.
Tuesday, I had a forty minute run. It was awful and my clothing was annoying me.
Wednesday -because I've been out of the gym somewhat I decided to get my arse back there and I did some circuit training.
1000m dashes on rower,
15 pullups between each set.
First 1000 came in at 4:44
second at 9: 28
Third at 14:12
4th at 18: 32.
My arms were slightly shaky after.
Finished off with a 20k cycle on those wretched bikes. I've decided I completely hate them, so I'm going to get my own bike repaired and use that for rides instead.
Thursday 12k run.
Satdee- I intend to have breakfast. Really that's about it, really.
Mañana- run, I will run the run of the gump.