After telling the world that I was going to run an ride today in last nights post, I have to put my hands up and say I failed to execute the plan.
Everything started off well enough, up at 4.15 out of the door before 4.30 and off into the dark chilly morning for a 40K ride. By the time I had covered the first 20K my feet and hands were so cold I thought that they were about to drop off. I can’t ever remember my toes being as cold in my life. If I had been close to home I would have pulled the pin and called it a day.
As I was probably as far away from home as I could have been, I had no alternative but to keep going. Each turn of the pedal was really painful, so you can only imagine the relief I felt when I had the wind at my back and my toes had some shelter.
I had set out to cover 40K but as I neared home and saw I had covered 37K I thought enough was enough and I could not be arsed to tool around to make up the extra distance.
Work was as full on as usual, and I had little energy for swimming by the time got home, so I settled for baking a fresh snapper and steaming some veggies for dinner - very yummy. My diet has been pretty good over the last week, and I have managed to record a loss on the scales, which makes me very happy and even more determined to get below that magic 76kgs mark.
That’s 37k more exercise than I did today - so I’d say it’s a pass!
Can you please come and cook for me too. I’m finding my food intake over the last couple of weeks has really not been good.
Probably down to the fact that I haven’t been able to run and it’s really depressed me, and in my book no running = depression = eating everything in sight