Day 5.
Tough day.
Messed up something. I
was in the wrong and I really loathe doing the wrong thing. Arsenal lost 4-3 to Blackburn -*ouch*!! I gained 2lb
*double ouch*. I also ate the other half of the choc chip muffin in the fridge to feel
better. Totally crazy because I don't even particularly like muffins. Ok, it is official - I am a comfort eater!!
Did I run? Huh? I wanted to back out so much I could taste
it - my mood was totally low. But I did it. Was it easy? Heck no! The only good part of today's run was finishing! I don't run to music these days - I think, pray, live in my
head.
So 5 days into this, do I see any benefits? Well, I have
completed 5 days of this torture! Total mental benefit there. Isn't that good enough?? LOL.
The physical benefits: Calf muscles becoming more
defined. Inner thighs looking better. Cellulite definitely improved. But hit
by the dreaded lactic acid build-up though – legs were dying the last km.
Day 6.
Hardest ‘horriblest’ day! Please don’t correct my 'colourful wrong’ grammar. It totally describes my mood. *giggle*
Went to North London & then to Brunel to see my awesome niece settled into uni. Smart kid. Very proud of her. Got back to sista's & ate TONS of rice! Even went back for 2nd
helping! Ok, so both portions combined probably added up to just a full plate.
No excuse - I am a disgrace! LOL
Came home & my whole body was saying – “It's 10:45pm on
Sunday night - c'mon, let's skip this run. You don’t have to be a slave to
exercise. Is it so bad if you miss a day?”
My body was speaking total sense - and I nodded in agreement.
But at 11.20pm, I found myself pulling on the running gear & stepping out. Anyone tell you there is no GOD, just shoot em! Only HE could have dragged
my lazy b*tt out of the house tonight.
I tell
you, it hurt from the 1st stride! Every stride was painful - even my chest
began hurting again. I could feel every grain of rice I had gleefully consumed earlier! I
was tempted to change route - cut it in half but somehow did not. This wasn’t a
run – it was a run/walk/crawl/drag self to the finish line.
Never was a gal so glad to see her
front door!
xx
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