No excuses this time, well, only lame ones. Lame in the nature of the excuse, nothing to do with not being able to run either. We went to a wedding out of town on the Saturday and I forgot to pack my running kit, so I decided I'd make the most of it and enjoy the bubbly. One slight consolation is that I exercised for nearly three hours solidly on the wedding disco dance floor!
Missing the Sunday long run aside, I cycled into work three out of a possible four days and sneaked in a couple of mid-week runs and a swim, so I'm not feeling entirely useless. In summary for the week then:
- 60 miles cycling
- 1 km swimming
- 8 km running
- No gym work...again
It'll get easier I know, it already is. But I won't be kidding myself, training for London is not going to be straightforward, having to fit it in around looking after a baby and it coinciding with winter. Makes New York's summer training seem idyllic by comparison. But still, I figure that once I have a routine set and my body starts to recognise what it's supposed to be doing, aside from being woken up every 3-4 hours through the night, then the whole process will seem that much easier.
I strongly believe it's all about routine and sticking to it. Writing up what you're going to do, doing it and ticking the box to show you've done it. If you don't do it, write up why to remind yourself. Of course, don't be harsh on yourself either, as with everything, there's a balance to be struck.
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