We got back from our holiday last Sunday night. Monday morning, came all too soon, school and work beckoned.
If this was not hard enough I decided to make it worse for myself by a) opening my pension plan letter that stated I have to work another 17 years and they predict that at the end of that time I will have tuppence to live on! Joyous news! B) attending a metafit class.
Meta what I hear you ask.
Well it is an exercise class, the aim of which is to give your metabolic rate a workout, the thing that attracted to me was that it is only half an hour AND it’s not a dance class where I need to know my left and right and remember complex moves. Easy right? Mmmmm
There was lots of jumping, lots of squatting but I must admit it was fun, short bursts of activity followed by the much needed recovery period.
But my it was tough, so tough that I’m not sure how I managed the drive home with my jelly legs and those jelly legs went out for a 5 mile very slow run as per training plan at lunch time, in fact it was the slowest run EVER.
Tuesday morning dawned and I ached EVERYWHERE, in fact breathing hurt. The half marathon training plan said ‘3 mile easy run or rest’ I did the or option!
Wednesday morning the pain was there but had moved down my legs, lowering myself on to the toilet involved grasping the sink and hoping I did not pull it off the wall. I still ran though because I am hardcore/stupid!
Seriously there must be easier ways of boosting my metabolic rate- drugs may be- all I know is that I have never ached so much in my life, thank goodness work sent me to Truro on Monday this week, god help me next Monday.