My running is in worse shape that Belinda Neals super prospects, but in the immortal words of Catherine Tate..."am I bothered though...face..bothered!"
The 2 months haven't been a complete loss, the opposite in fact, I've found about 4KGs around my torso and 4KGs in the shape of my gorgeous boy Jack. He's coming on a month old this Thursday and he's everything you could hope for in a boy.
One of each, job done I think, gonna hang up my nuts with my Saucony flats, that might look pretty good behind the door actually.
So trying to juggle home life and an increasingly impossible project at work which is doomed for a variety of reasons, yet you can't just fuck off when it gets a bit tough, although when you are being offered more money for less work with better conditions, its fucking tempting, but will keep heading into work with a whisper of optimism.
So running is just going no where fast, so trying getting back into cycling, which is crazy when I'm so strapped for time, but seems to be working, mixing spin classes easy runs and road rides. Would rather be running, but when maintaining 5mins Ks for a 50 mins run becomes an effort, it's hard to relish whacking your runners on.
Will see what the next 2 months bring!
Not sure how I got through such a big week of running, 16K takes some doing, I have surpassed even my own expectations. Met Cam en-route, he could tell I'd had a big week, by the fact 5:30min K's had me puffing like a big puffy thing. Sometimes you just have to thank your lucky stars thats that you get through a week like this unscathed, maybe next week I might crack 20K, here's to two hours of running. I'll drink to that.
Mental week, did a mind blowing 56KM, finished moving the weekend, so it's all go from now on. That's bullshit as I should have gone running this morning, but, cbf, tonight it is.
Down to LCNP, cold morning, fucking LOVED it.
Big right toe still playing up and just gets worse when going up hills, so have to settle for the gym at the moment.
Picked up the keys for Crows Nest pad tonight, running will get a whole lot better and easier from this weekend, with great routes and daylight savings ending!
Blah, after work down to LC. Too hot, too slow, too crap.
Gym, horror really considering the kind of day, but what can you do.
I've thoroughly enjoyed my calorie renaissance the past few months, well it started before Kepler really and built momentum over the last 4 months. I could argue it was all the jobs fault, I was just too stressed to run and just really needed that beer, but that would be utter bollocks. I did it because I enjoyed the time off and the break from stinking fucking chicken and veggies and a diet of 5am starts and 120K weeks, 3 cheers for wine and cheese.
Good day at work, turned a corner. Got home, did 6K in LC. Fuck knows why, but my right toe was killing today, labouring up the hills yesterday I think.
I came back from my poultry 14K run today, the girls were out and as I tucked into a cup of green tea (with mint!).
I sat there watching the gardening show on ABC with that old fellow who has the most profound lisp I've ever heard, anyway for the first time in, well ever I guess, I watched the whole thing and actually enjoyed the experience. What does this mean?
I'm having a green fingers moment, or as I passed my 32nd birthday I have turned a corner and my youth has passed and it's time for me to get knee deep into tulips and cauliflowers?
Run was crap, still unfit and should have gone earlier.