It's Monday now and I'm feeling the guilt for not having gone for a single run in the last week. Until this weekend, I'd at least managed to run a long run every Sunday for the past 9 weeks, so I'm a bit gutted to have let it slip.
I did have an excuse, I woke up on Saturday morning with a fluey ache thing and the previous night's intention of doing some interval training amounted to nothing. Why it had to wait until the weekend to make its appearance, I don't know. Still, I managed to hold it together to attend a wedding in the afternoon and evening, an altogether new experience learning to turn down top ups of Moët and wandering and registered a rare alcohol free attendance to an otherwise indulgent and such an occasion.
Sunday was a better day for me, but still had to be kick-started with a lemsip, which doesn't mix well with running, so I made the decision that, this weekend, it wasn't going to happen.
Summary for the week:
- 40 miles cycling
- 0.5 hours swimming
- 0 miles running
- No resistance training
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