“What am I doing?” these were the words I greeted hubby with after he opened the front door to me when I returned from todays run. Surprisingly he did not close the door on me or reply in any way other than to tell me he would bring me a tea up, as I stormed up the stairs to the bath.
Todays training was meant to consist of 6M of 1M jog and strides, then 10 x 400, with 200m (1-min 30 ) jog recoveries, then 1M jog.
However mine went like this:-
Jog very slowly to place away from Sunday shoppers, traffic or of any onlookers to watch what was not going to be pretty sight.
Run as fast as I can (not very) for .25 a mile, then stop Garmin, bend over double and feel nauseous before pressing the lap button and running .25 mile back. Repeat 10 times getting slower and slower, feeling sicker and sicker and more tireder and tireder, then walk slowly home to soak in the bath. (Actually this should read sulk in the bath) as I pondered why I am doing this.
Have yet to come up with a reply to this, when I do I shall let you know.