Non motivational Satdee.
Five to seven by my watch. An unnatural hour to be floating about. But needs must and I must work for a few hours. Gah.
Although it shames me to write it, I did exactly NO exercise this week. I didn't go to the gym once, I didn't run, no weights were lifted, no kicking or punching was enjoyed. Truthfully I am convinced I can almost feel myself going soft. I think I feel...squidgy. I put on the best part of a kilo. A buttery toast inspired kilo.
I have no real excuse. On monday I was knackered, Tuesday I was tired, and wednesday I got a bit swamped with work and remained that way until, well, today.
I need to start training properly for the marathon soon, and I want to get stronger and leaner. Taking a week off is not exactly the way to go about it now is it?
No doubt this will be the week everyone else rocked the workouts and trained hot and heavy, compounding my guilty squidgy shame further. To that all I an say is next week is a new week and the blasted thing I am currently working on will be done. I won't have work to hide behind then.