Office party last night. I tried to be good a semi succeeded. I've had a horrible chesty thing since Thursday (went home from work to dose up and wrap up) but dragged by sad carcase to the office so I could legitimately get my freak on. A cocktail of brandy and cough mixture got me to 10:30, but then I had to bow out and go home. I was in bed by 11:30 and up this morning at 6:30 feeling not too bad, all things considered. I could really have done with today's session being a normal run and not this bloody joggy, sprinty nightmare, though. One of the sprints was only 15 seconds long, with the balance spent throwing up in the fortunately abundant shrubbery on the sodding hills.
Saturday 22 December. 25 minute f*****k, with 6 30-second sprints. 3.10 miles covered.
7 miles tomorrow, and in the afternoon we're going to see The Golden Compass with parents & other family.
New website
8 months ago
No comments:
Post a Comment
Apologies for all who, like me, hate text verification, but Poland is full of scum, hitting me with 10 to 20 spam comments a day and this is the only way to stop it.