This is the week where I gave myself a good talking to about consistency, confidence, conviction and compliance! Now anyone who truly knows me will know I battle each and every one of those items on an almost daily basis. Don’t be fooled by the confident exterior … inside theres a screaming lunatic begging to be let out. I get bored easy (consistency), I am convinced one day everyone will see I am faking life (confidence), I question my decisions (conviction) and I very rarely enjoy being told what to do (compliance). Yet on the flip side I am full of contradictions because I also love routine, am convinced I am bloody amazing, know that I am successful for a reason and love nothing better than a good bit of instruction. Get out of the gutter … there’s no 50 shades here. That’s another blog 😉
Monday – so after the horrendous half marathon the day before I had 6 miles on todays plan. Nothing more than that … just 6 miles. My pace, my way … so I decided to kick the mugging fear in the tail by going for a jog around the local streets. It felt like I was running through treacle and bloody hell I was slow. 6 miles in 68 minutes. I walked 5 times. It wasn’t pretty but it was mine.
Tuesday – Rest day which is bloody ace as for the next 3 months Tuesday will be lonnnnnggggg site day.
Wednesday – Really annoyed at this day. I was working a split shift on site so not going in until about noon and then my plan was to go by the gym after work about 11pm and do this fab treadmill session the Sgt devised. I kid you not I was genuinely looking forward to it. So off I toddle all changed out of hiviz into lycra (why are women not lined up at my door with that description?) and I get to the gym to find a note taped to the door … “Sorry, we take your money religiously but won’t email you to say there’s been a flood and we are closed for the foreseeable future you sucker!!”.