I missed my usual run last night. Every month, a bunch of us from work try to go out for a meal. Sadly, the ringleader had a fairly shocking time following an operation last summer, so we hadn’t actually been out for a long time (opening ceremony of the Olympics, thinking about it). Anyway, we managed to go out, but this annoyingly interfered with my run. I had planned to go out when I got home (we weren’t out for long), but then my tummy started doing weird things, so I thought better of the run. No one likes a Windy Tub moment.
Instead, I vowed to go out this morning. The alarm went off at 8am, I hit snooze a couple of times, then dragged my ass out of bed and into my running stuff.
It didn’t go quite as well as I expected. I had expected, having run for 20 minutes, to find this much easier. Wrong Tub. Wrong. It was REALLY hard work – my legs felt like lead, running through treacle. Top that off with daylight in which people saw my beetroot-ness. This was not a Tub High Point. I didn’t even feel good when I came back for my breakfast (which was a “healthy” fry up – all syn free).
Consequently, that has put me in a bit of a low mood, as it is measure day and photo day this week, and I really don’t feel thinner, and I’m definitely not much lighter than when I entered February. Bah!
In good news though, it seems that M and I are doing quite well on the budget for the wedding, despite me adding another bridesmaid into the mix.