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Two runs in three days is pretty good, right? Admittedly they were only three miles each, but that’s still six more miles than a normal week for me…

I tried a new route yesterday, as it had been raining all day and I figured that the Common would be really muddy. Unfortunately, that new route finishes with a bastard of a hill, and even more unfortunately a friend of mine came out of her house just as I’d slowed to a walk for a minute. Highly embarrassing.

Thankfully, the brief pause whilst I stopped for a quick chat was just what I needed to get enough energy back to run up the rest of the hill, and the rest of the way home.

My legs are burning today though, which is a good sign, I guess?

Oh, and the total amount of gym fees I’ve paid since I last set foot in the place? Around £130, thanks very much. You’d think that’d be motivation enough to get back there, but I just can’t find any self-discipline at all. The running at home is an effort to reconvince myself that I actually enjoy doing exercise.

First bit of exercise in a number of weeks and I’m dying. The girlfriend wanted to go for a run, so I decided to join her. After running together at a pretty slow pace for a little bit, she slowed down to a walk and I went off at my own pace, planning to do 3 miles in total.

As usual, I missed my normal turn-off from Wimbledon Common back to the main road, so ended up doing nearly 3.5 miles, which is what I blame for having to walk for a little bit as I turned to head for home. Not being out of shape, no no no no; just doing a bit more than I should’ve done…

And now, an hour or so later, my legs don’t feel too bad, even if I am pretty knackered. No doubt they’ll feel like lead in the morning.

The Moscow Mule is helping smooth things over.

OK, so I may have had a sausage+egg sandwich for breakfast. But I did go to the gym just now, and am munching a mixed bean salad for lunch.

Two good things cancel out a bad thing, right?

RIGHT?

I was signed out of Gchat for a little while

  • The Girlfriend: Gym?
  • Me: Burrito
I broke out my running trainers for the first time in forever this evening, being guilt-ridden at not being able to get to the gym at lunchtime, and upon seeing the girlfriend aerobicising to a DVD in our living room when I got home I figured it was time to get out there.

Of course, it was a bit of a struggle, but I’m glad that I got out there. No doubt I’ll be dying tomorrow, but three miles isn’t bad for a re-start. No idea how long it took me, but it was good to be out in the fresh air again.

I went round my local corner of Wimbledon Common (pictured), and you can see on the right-hand side of the map how close the Wimbledon tennis courts are to where I live. It’s a nice part of the world.

I broke out my running trainers for the first time in forever this evening, being guilt-ridden at not being able to get to the gym at lunchtime, and upon seeing the girlfriend aerobicising to a DVD in our living room when I got home I figured it was time to get out there.

Of course, it was a bit of a struggle, but I’m glad that I got out there. No doubt I’ll be dying tomorrow, but three miles isn’t bad for a re-start. No idea how long it took me, but it was good to be out in the fresh air again.

I went round my local corner of Wimbledon Common (pictured), and you can see on the right-hand side of the map how close the Wimbledon tennis courts are to where I live. It’s a nice part of the world.


Reblogged from: jeanhannah
Originally posted on: Blogelstein!

I went to the gym at lunchtime for the first time in weeks, and damn if I don’t hurt already. Stupid lack of motivation now coming back to bite me in the ass.

And if I ache now, then I’m really going to fucking hurt in the morning…

For the first time in forever, it was still daylight when I got home. I forget that daylight savings time kicks in so swiftly every year.

Now I’ve got no excuse not to throw on the trainers each night and go for a run. Well, save for today, because it is/has been raining all day, obviously.

I appreciate that exercise and going to the gym is about the body, and by extension somewhat to do with its relationship with the world around it, but a word of advice to Fitness First Holborn Circus: Michael Jackson’s Earth Song is not good workout music.

Well, that hurt…

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