After a great week last week when I got up at 7am every morning to fit in my run, this week is the exact opposite. I was out with work on Friday night, and while I didn't drink it was a late one. I got up the next morning though and did my 20 minutes. Then I went to Galway for a crazy night, and I'm fecked ever since! I slept the sleep of the dead on Sunday night (seriously, I was never as happy to see my bed) and got up when my alarm went off...sluggishly though. I trundled (no perky jogging at any point) for 10 minutes and then without me even making the conscious decision I stopped. I was knackered. A little bit of me is wondering if it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. If in my head all I was thinking was that I was knackered and couldn't exercise...and therefore couldn't exercise. I went to bed early last night and ignored early alarms this morning too. I've decided not to beat myself up about it and just get back on the running wagon asap. I still feel wrecked. My evenings are quite busy, so mornings suit me for jogging. I'm going to try fit in a quick jog this evening if I can, for however many minutes I can. And then fingers crossed getting up tomorrow morning will be a different, better story.
Lollipop x
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