Motivation for fatcats and possibly fatcat chumlies.
Anyhoo, its been a mixed bag of a week. I've been shaking off a cold/virus/whatever and working a lot, you see where this is leading right? yes, I've been a lazy trogmallian.
Monday- nowt, work.
Tuesday- something of a miraculous 10k run in 58:21 I don't know how but I suspect it was the shepherds pie I had for dinner. The paramour made it with extra potato and some grated cheese too. nom-nom. Clearly running fuel.
Wednesday- working all day, there were meetings AND a lunch. I don't know which was worse.
Thursday- 12k- slow and steady, checking for the lungs, everything seems clear.
Friday- kick boxing. New nonMemnoch had this to say, 'as your fitness increases the class is going to get harder, we're going to rise to it. Everyone is going to rise to it.'
He said this just after he made us perform twenty roundhouse kicks and twenty jab & crosses all into moving pads, AFTER skipping for three minutes at speed. Myself and one of the chaps The Count were heaving up a storm. Somehow this translated to 'gaining fitness'. Er yes.
Today- nada, I'm black and blue and sore. And toastless.
Tomorrow!- A twenty k up the coast. Huzzah! My first in weeks and I'm actually looking forward to it.