Today is my usual 8km Sunday. But last night at a friend's birthday party I was talking to another friend and her husband about not being able to figure out the exact location of the parking lot for the M7 bike track. She said her husband was doing the ride the following morning and if I wanted to join him. I agreed and was looking forward to a good bike ride at 0700hrs. So I headed to bed at midnight with the clear notion of re-opening my eyes in 5 hrs time.
So this morning I woke up at 0500hrs to the sound of rain, damn. I was not happy. If I had long riding pants and protective upper garments I more than likely would have gone, but the closest I have to long pants are my tracksuit pants and the closest I have to a waterproof jacket is my husbands tennis jacket. Cant do. So a reluctant text message was sent at 0530 hrs. "Sorry Nichole for the early text".
So now what? Well, I laid on the couch and tried to sleep again - didn't happen. By the time everyone got up at 0830 I felt like I had already been awake for half a day and I was beat. My eyes were stinging bad and I had a bit of a headache, courtesy of the two beers I had consumed the night before at the party. I made breakfast for all and decided to have a shower to freshen up for my run. I know, silly to have a shower before, but I needed badly to wake up and get focused. The rain had stopped and now the sun was on full show. Eeck, hot and humid was on order for my run.
So off I set for my usual 8km run and I felt it today. My lungs hurt, my legs felt tired and heavy and my mind was just not in it. Today was just not happening. I just couldn't seem to get motivated and it was bugging me like crazy. As I started on the home stretch my body decided enough was enough - I couldn't make the last 600m, I had to finish the run at my driveway. 7.4km in 43minutes. Not bad actually. I think I may have even beaten last weeks run time if I did the whole 8km. Oh well, I won't know till next weeks 8km run.
I was disappointed about not totally finishing, but these things happen and I can't beat myself up. I need to learn from this experience and realise that if I go out the night before and indulge in some liquor that I can't expect a stellar performance. That being said I have to give myself credit for getting out there when I felt under the weather.
Job done, bring on next week.
So this morning I woke up at 0500hrs to the sound of rain, damn. I was not happy. If I had long riding pants and protective upper garments I more than likely would have gone, but the closest I have to long pants are my tracksuit pants and the closest I have to a waterproof jacket is my husbands tennis jacket. Cant do. So a reluctant text message was sent at 0530 hrs. "Sorry Nichole for the early text".
So now what? Well, I laid on the couch and tried to sleep again - didn't happen. By the time everyone got up at 0830 I felt like I had already been awake for half a day and I was beat. My eyes were stinging bad and I had a bit of a headache, courtesy of the two beers I had consumed the night before at the party. I made breakfast for all and decided to have a shower to freshen up for my run. I know, silly to have a shower before, but I needed badly to wake up and get focused. The rain had stopped and now the sun was on full show. Eeck, hot and humid was on order for my run.
So off I set for my usual 8km run and I felt it today. My lungs hurt, my legs felt tired and heavy and my mind was just not in it. Today was just not happening. I just couldn't seem to get motivated and it was bugging me like crazy. As I started on the home stretch my body decided enough was enough - I couldn't make the last 600m, I had to finish the run at my driveway. 7.4km in 43minutes. Not bad actually. I think I may have even beaten last weeks run time if I did the whole 8km. Oh well, I won't know till next weeks 8km run.
I was disappointed about not totally finishing, but these things happen and I can't beat myself up. I need to learn from this experience and realise that if I go out the night before and indulge in some liquor that I can't expect a stellar performance. That being said I have to give myself credit for getting out there when I felt under the weather.
Job done, bring on next week.
