I’ve had a mini streak.
3 days jogged and logged but I’ve fallen at the blogging hurdle.
Each run has been just a tiny bit worse than the last one. It started on Friday with a late night run after an “end of exams” celebratory evening. I valiantly tackled the hilly, round the block, circuit with a half chicken and 3 bottle of Sagres inside me.
They did their absolute best not to stay inside me.
On Day 14 (a Saturday) I slept in til 11:30am and therefore missed all parkrun opportunities and risked a repeat of last weeks midday sun showdown. I opted for an easier life and relaxed until sundown before embarking on a Thames loop with Lynn. I only had a light salad for tea so there was no chicken tapping desperately on my stomach wall but I felt pretty wretched nonetheless. I gasped my way around a shortened 6k loop and grasped at hypochondriacal straws.
Today I thought I’d remove any meal obstacles, so I could neither blame half chickens or light salads for my running malaise. I rolled out of bed at 9am and hit the treadmill without even a coffee passing my lips.
I opted for a 20 minute HIT session and would like to say I killed that routine. Rather predictably though, it came closer to killing me.
Lets hope Juneathon Week 3 welcomes a fitter me.