So I did indeed jog around the block with my flatmate last night and it was surprisingly a lot easier, despite the aching legs. I almost wished I could have pushed on a bit harder but she was at the stage I was 2 nights previous so we kept it steady. I have found that so long as I accept that I'm not going to like it I can get out of the door.
What is even more surprising is that I rolled out of bed into my trainers this morning, actually feeling ok about the whole thing. Legs much more achy though. Knocked on flatmates door, was told fairly politely actually that she wasn't going to join me this morning afterall thank you (or something like). Then feeling fairly smug thought I'd try my luck and go round a bigger block.
So it was still fairly nasty and I had to walk twice for a bit but it aint so bad.
It did occur to me that I really should know how far I'm running now that I've gotten over the initial shock that I am, so I drove round my route which is 1.4 miles.
This means I'll be doing 3 miles a day. Not too shabby.
Apart from tonight. I'm going dancing at the Cat Empire gig so that will be sweating enough, plus my legs are complaining.
Ate - cup of green tea, pint of water blackberries and brazils for breakfast. Lunch consisted of noodles consumed during a meeting then I got really ratty, decided I had just about dealt with enough nasty for the day and went home at half 3. I've banked some extra hours and will bank some more next week so I don't feel too guilty. the last 2 weeks have been very unsavoury work wise, this week in particular. As desensitized as I am it still gets to me sometimes and I need a bit of nice.
So I'm going frolicking with the ladies tonight.
Stopped off on the way home and grabbed some shopping, ate packet of smoked salmon slices in the car so II could get home without running over one of the fifty fucking lollypop ladies (and gents) on my route.
Now I have coffee and some quinoa with veg and turkey. Nice it is too.
Fucking hell, now I remember why I did 1 line journal entries.
What is even more surprising is that I rolled out of bed into my trainers this morning, actually feeling ok about the whole thing. Legs much more achy though. Knocked on flatmates door, was told fairly politely actually that she wasn't going to join me this morning afterall thank you (or something like). Then feeling fairly smug thought I'd try my luck and go round a bigger block.
So it was still fairly nasty and I had to walk twice for a bit but it aint so bad.
It did occur to me that I really should know how far I'm running now that I've gotten over the initial shock that I am, so I drove round my route which is 1.4 miles.
This means I'll be doing 3 miles a day. Not too shabby.
Apart from tonight. I'm going dancing at the Cat Empire gig so that will be sweating enough, plus my legs are complaining.
Ate - cup of green tea, pint of water blackberries and brazils for breakfast. Lunch consisted of noodles consumed during a meeting then I got really ratty, decided I had just about dealt with enough nasty for the day and went home at half 3. I've banked some extra hours and will bank some more next week so I don't feel too guilty. the last 2 weeks have been very unsavoury work wise, this week in particular. As desensitized as I am it still gets to me sometimes and I need a bit of nice.
So I'm going frolicking with the ladies tonight.
Stopped off on the way home and grabbed some shopping, ate packet of smoked salmon slices in the car so II could get home without running over one of the fifty fucking lollypop ladies (and gents) on my route.
Now I have coffee and some quinoa with veg and turkey. Nice it is too.
Fucking hell, now I remember why I did 1 line journal entries.
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good luck with it and thanks for the awkward display of affection.. it made me tingly